I selected the image of a snowy Dundee, Scotland for my twenty-minute sprint this week and decided to bring back a character from my A to Z story from April while I was at it.
Uriel landed on the stoop of number seven. Once again he’d been sent down to the world of men to find someone. Glancing down at himself, he’d even been given the same physical form as his last trip. That was unusual. Michael had said it was four years later, as the human’s tracked it, then his last trip.
He’d been sent with very different clothing this time. He had long, warm pants, a thick shirt, and a heavy jacket that hung down to his knees. It was considerably colder than last time. Uriel concentrated and took a brief step out of time so that he wouldn’t be visible to those moving about on the street. Michael had told him that he should wait at the door to number seven until it’s occupant returned home. Uriel thought it would be best to allow them to have a chance to go inside before Uriel knocked on the door rather than surprising them on their own stoop.
It was early evening, and the snow was falling gently through the air to settle over everything.