The glistering rain had tapered off and rainbows were forming. Richard looked at the angels standing on top of the rainbows. He was feeling spectacular, a heavy burden off his bosom. Carrying the giggling Little Nell on his back, he floated through the road. The deserted road ended in front of the school. Honey fell over Little Nell's head and she twittered. Richard looked up — the angels were pouring honey from silver pots.
Richard floated across the schoolground, his wings never tiring.
The dawn broke and the sun shed light upon the waking Earth. But they were already awake and flying. They flew toward the apple tree and stretched their empty hands forward. The tree surrendered an apple and it fell in the girl's hands. She squeaked happily and savoured it.
Richard's hand stayed empty, yet he felt blissful. And free.