The Girl Who Played Chess With An Angel

You might think meeting an Angel is rare, but it's not. Lots of people do. They just don’t know it.

Let me tell you something about Angels that you’ll never read in a book. Forget about wings and feathers and reflected light. What really sets them apart, is their smell.

An Angel’s smell is like sunshine mixed with moonlight. Like fresh grass and bubbling brooks. Like a warm house and a fridge full of food. It’s like every good thing you ever imagined, made invisible, and wafted over you. It gets in your hair and under your nails and down your throat and into your brain. An Angel’s smell makes sense of everything all at once, no matter how hard it is.

From emptiness to everything in just one whiff.

This story is a series of diary entries that have been transcribed from cassettes.