Clara unfurled those black feathered wings, while stretching out her arms. She had been cooped up in bed all morning, so her muscles and joints needed to be reminded of what being alive was all about.
“Seems I caught you at a bad time,” Eleanor said.
Before Eleanor could say anything more, Clara focused until a bubble of time enveloped them. It was not nearly as clean as the one Eleanor made, but she needed the practice.
“Time is relative,” Clara replied.
She turned around to look at the angel of death. Every time they met, she felt more at ease, as though they were forming a rapport. Although, she was not sure if that was a good thing.
“It is,” Eleanor said while staring at Clara right in the eyes.
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