‘I’m sure I saw it,’ Okalani said. ‘It was no dream!’
With her iPhone at the ready, she looked under the sherry blossom, prepared to take a picture the moment it would appear again. ‘It was a male figure. Maybe it was my gardian angel?’
‘You definitly need to get laid,’ her friend smiled.
The sound of a lawnmowler interrupted them. ‘The only angel you will find here,’ her friend said, ‘is the garden angel.’
Okalani laughed at her silliness and took a selfie.
A gentle breeze stroke the back of her neck.
Behind her he appeared, Anuhea, a man in the flesh, better looking than the gardener, more convenient in bed than an angel.
And Okalani got laid : )))