An Angel's Gaze

By Neva Teal

Fern is a thirty year old overweight woman, working on a dead end customer service job, with no boyfriend and no prospects.
After months of pleading God for a boyfriend, someone else to love, and not just her cat, finally she is heard.
One day she wakes up and sees an angel staring at her.
Finally, her insistent prayers have been listened.
However, this is no ordinary angelic entity.

Angel makes an assessment of her life, devises a plan and then makes her work to achieve her wishes and desires. Soon Fern is getting up early to exercise and after a hard day's work, Angel makes her work on her cartoons for four hours straight. In addition she must also go on dates arranged by Angel.
And there's no saying 'No' to him. He just doesn't like it and has no problems showing it.
Will Fern get her heart's desires, now that she has to work hard for them?
Will she ever get a boyfriend? Read the book and find out!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Neva Teal
• Release date: Oct 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301813407

Neva Teal

Lived all over the world.Loves horses and cats.Believes angels are everywhere.

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An Angel’s Gaze

Published by Neva Teal at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Neva Teal

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER ONE

I woke up with an angel staring at me.

Here I am, he said quietly giddy, about to improve your life.

And so he did, against all my efforts and self-sabotage. I wanted a magical life, overnight. I wanted to wake up in an enchanted kingdom as if I’d always lived there. As if the life of a princess belonged to me, imbedded and fixed upon my skin. Although I knew the truth - me and my angel - that that life had to be built from the ground up. I needed to construct new roots, a new self and a new beautiful crust.

My request was quite simple: Give me a boyfriend! I asked and asked and asked. Every night I’d pray to God: Please, send me a boyfriend! I’ve been good all my life. I deserve one! One who can see true beauty! One who will love me for myself!

And be rich and handsome. Well, I’d leave that part out. You can’t be too picky. I’d settle for an average looking guy with an ordinary job - who’d love me for Me. Someone whom I’d love back. Isn’t it a simple request? I thought so!

So for months I prayed to God and finally, last week, I added:

I’ll do anything. Anything...!

After one week of whining to Him, He sent me an angel. An entity who really looked the part. He was tall, too white (almost albino), with blond curly hair and two light blue eyes. They were entirely blue. There was no whiteness in them. He also had big pearly wings. Every time he moved them my room smelled of vanilla. Unfortunately he shed feathers like a sick pigeon. I had to clean all the time.

The angel was clear, laying down the law:

You called me, Fern. Here I am, but for a limited time. If, if!, you do exactly as I say, we’ll be fine! We’ll get along. However, if you don’t follow my guidance and advice... well, you don’t want to find out. Just do as I tell you.

That seems a little bit aggressive, I thought. How rude.

Yet he meant every word. Every single word. Soon I discovered this angel was not so angelic.

What should I call you? What’s your name?

He stared and simply answered:

Just call me angel.

Angel?

Yes. Let’s start.

CHAPTER TWO

The angel had no mercy. First, he assessed my Wants and Desires and judged my life’s present state.

Awful, he said, with no pity. Three decades of life and your heart is miserable. If you’d died today, you’d go to God with no gifts!

He sounded disappointed and a bit mad. Mad?! I wanted to intervene but he stopped me.

Shush. The grownup is talking.

He shushed me?!

I’m a grownup, I muttered under my breath.

Hush. Let’s carry on. You work in customer service and you’re unhappy. Is this accurate?

I kept quiet.

Is it? he insisted in a tone of voice more suited to address a wicked child.

Yes... I mumbled.

Hum. For a... gas company? A gas company, is that so?

Yes I sighed and rolled my eyes.

Fern: there are others I could be helping right now. Don’t roll your eyes, understand? Understood?

I nodded from the chair. I felt like I was being interrogated by the Gestapo.

Continuing. Hum. For more than seven years, I see. Right after college. The second job you’ve ever had. You’ve been stuck there for seven years, eight months and ten days. Loathing it and doing nothing to change. Is this accurate?

God, I hated this guy already. Who the hell was he to pass judgment?!

Yes, I nodded while suppressing a sob.

No weeping. It’s far too early. There, there, no crying.

I repressed my apparently revolting sobbing so that he may continue to itemize all my abysmal failures.

Ah. It says here, he seemed quite surprised while looking at the Ipad, you actually had a relationship before. That’s good. You almost got married too. What happened?

Well, I, I...

Yes?

He ditched me the night before the wedding. He... left me for another.

Another woman, hum? I’m so sorry.

Man. Another man. Yeah. A guy.

The Angel looked at me in silence for a brief and humiliating moment. Then he proceeded.

Never mind. It’s of no consequence. Let’s carry on. Ah. Your wishes and wants. Your Desires! Let’s take a look at them. You’d like to become a famous... what is this? Cartoon, cartoon something?

He appeared puzzled.

A cartoonist. It’s silly, really.

Silly?

Yes, I tried to laugh it off. I mean, look at me!

He did.

I’m fat and old.

You’re overweight and thirty.

That’s what I said: fat and old.

"Oh dear. Another thing we need to