Nobody saw her, slipping out of the window frame. Funny how they never did. In the beginning she moved slowly, carefully, sure somebody would catch the movement in the corner of their eye and blow everything for her. But over time she realized they only see what they expect to see, and she relaxed.
In the window frame her body was stained glass, and when she moved she sounded like wind chimes, so far away you could barely hear them. When she stepped down into the aisle she was made flesh, but even then nobody noticed her. Not even with the long white robe, not even with the wings. It amazed her that people could be so blind and still function in the world.
The priest left by the rear door, thinking about what to eat for lunch. The big main doors bumped closed behind the last of the congregation. The only movement in the church was the smoke rising from the wicks of the candles the priest had blown out. She stood for a moment watching it, then slipped into the ladies room.
Ten minutes later she stepped out, hair day glo yellow with streaks of bright pink. Mini, fishnets, low boots. Hot pink tank top that showed off the little wings tattooed on her bare shoulders. She looked about sixteen and she looked joyful. Hand on the doorknob, she turned back and smiled at the altar. I'll be back tonight, God, kneeling in the stained glass at the foot of the manger. It's who I am and I love it. But right now it's my day off. Yay!
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