I'm sticking to my theory that Baruch was a Minoan in early Crete life. Cause it works for me.

Italics are thoughts.

Disclaimer: Same thing. Don't do nuthin to me, I'm innocent.

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Angelos? As names go, I suppose worse ones have been invented. It can't be unlucky either, to remind people of an angel.

I looked up at the clouds, the supposed halls of such great beings.

All the way up there. I wonder if they get vertigo. Do the mother angels have to be careful of their fledglings falling off the edge? Do they even have young? Or are they really the dead, as some claim?

I considered waving to my mother, who, if the last option was true, was up there. No, I decided. Ander was nearby and he might have thought the bull had hit me too hard. No proper Minoan waves at the sky above.

Of course, I wasn't a proper Minoan. Not that Ander knew that. I didn't plan on telling him.

Are you lonely up there, angels?

It was hard to be earthbound. I supposed that was why it was such a captivating challenge to leap over a bull. The freedom of leaving the captivity of the ground was too enticing.

Are you skybound? If so, what freedom is that?

They are one and the same as us. My eyes drifted away from the clouds. They had lost their appeal.

Angelos. Better names have been invented.