Mary's Angel

By EA Kafkalas

A short, contemporary, "fairy tale"

Mary meets the girl of her dreams, literally, but will the timing be right for them to have their happily every after.

• Language: English
• Publisher: EA Kafkalas
• Release date: Nov 2, 2017
• ISBN: 9781641367943

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Mary’s Angel

Mary's Angel

EA Kafkalas

Published by EA Kafkalas, 2017.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

MARY'S ANGEL

First edition. November 2, 2017.

Copyright © 2017 EA Kafkalas.

ISBN: 978-1641367943

Written by EA Kafkalas.

Mary’s Angel

EA Kafkalas

published by EA Kafkalas

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

The Story

About Ea Kafkalas

Acknowledgments

EA Kafkalas’ Other Publications

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MARY’S ANGEL

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This is a work of fiction, or as the character Mary describes it, a fairy tale of sorts. The characters are imaginary; therefore, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The various New York institutions mentioned in the story: The Algonquin Hotel, Metropolitan Opera, Cloisters, and more do exist, and they are depicted as I remember them. I encourage you to visit them, if and when you are visiting NYC.

For the women in my life who have given me the courage to walk away and expect better. You know who you are.

I hate endings. Just detest them. Beginnings are definitely the most exciting, middles are perplexing and endings are a disaster. …The temptation towards resolution, towards wrapping up the package, seems to me a terrible trap. Why not be more honest with the moment? The most authentic endings are the ones which are already revolving toward another beginning.

—Sam Shepard, The Paris Review

One of the drawbacks of diabetes was finding a place to give yourself the daily insulin shot when you weren’t at home. Fortunately, Mary’s aunt introduced her to her dear friend Gillian Hudson when she moved to New York, and the two had become fast friends. The party that night for the toast of the town Angel Hunter and her triumphant turn as Viola in Twelfth Night at Lincoln Center, was in Gillian’s upper West Side apartment, which meant Mary had a place to get away .

She had no idea that Angel Hunter would be seated at the window in Gillian’s bedroom taking in the view. On a good day, the Manhattan skyline was gorgeous, but with Angel Hunter sitting in front of it, it was beyond breathtaking.

Do you mind? I’d like to be alone. Angel didn’t even bother to turn around to see who it was.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. I just–

Is there a problem?

It’s just … Mary looked at her watch. It was a bit beyond the time she needed to take her evening dose of insulin, but it was clear that Angel was upset.

I thought I made it perfectly clear to Gillian I wasn’t signing any autographs tonight.

Mary had read the articles about Gillian being curt at times, but being on the receiving end of that wasn’t helping right now. It’s not that, it’s just that … well, it’s not a very big apartment, and the line for the bathroom appears to be endless. Mary held up her messenger bag. I just need a quiet place to give myself a shot. I won’t be long.

Gillian has a terrace. Why don’t you go get high out there?

I’m not getting high! Mary took a breath and tried to explain