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The Visitor

Angus Pembleton just plopped his 75 year old arse down in his favourite chair. He was going to watch Wheel of Fortune while eating his favourite tv dinner; Salisbury steak, mashed potato and corn. He knew it wasn't good for him at his age, but to hell with the doctors. He had lived his life his way for three quarters of a century.

"Emma," he called. "It's starting."

Emma, his wife of 55 years and just as spry as her husband, yelled back from the kitchen, "Be right there."

That's when the angel fell through their roof.

She came crashing through the ceiling with such force that she hit the floor by the tv and took that out too, right into the basement. Angus sat there stunned and didn't utter a word, until the tv set which sat at the edge of the hole toppled over into the basement.

"Well, now," he muttered under his breath as he stood up. Emma came rushing in from the kitchen to check on her husband.

"What happened?" she inquired.

"One of those space gizmos must of fallen from orbit," he said as he cautiously approached the edge of the gaping hole in his dining room. His wife warned him to be careful and he shrugged her off. He looked down and saw the angel lying in a crater in his basement and his eyes widened in pure amazement. She was one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen.

The angels eyes opened, and she gazed up at him. She struggled at first to get up and when she did, her wings folded back and seemed to meld with her back.

"Where am I?" she asked him.

"Freeport, Kansas," he replied. "Home of Hogbacks," he added.