Faith and Despair went out for a drink. They knew each other well and always got into lively debates which they both loved. Despair was in a mood though and no matter what Faith said he came after her with teeth bared. It amused Faith to see how riled up Despair would get, but she could sense he was not coming down from this ride anytime soon.
She simply sat calmly, quietly, and let Despair paint her into a corner. He yelled. He cursed. He threw a chair out of his way and punched at the air. Faith simply sat there nursing her beer wondering what the next song on the juke would be. She was hoping it was maybe a bit more upbeat. Maybe she could dance to it.
Despair pounded another shot he didn’t need at the bar and was preparing to come for more of Faith. But before he could reach her, she stood up…..grounded her legs firmly into the floor and spread her wings; flapping them quickly and forcefully. The span of her wings, the brightness shining from their blue sparkles, the cool breeze that engulfed everything and everyone settled a joyous peacefulness on the entire bar.
The jukebox could slowly be heard as Faith calmed the flutter of her wings and folded them away. She knew this song. She laughed and swayed to the beat. Several patrons joined her on the floor.
Despair sulked into his cocktail and shed a tear no one saw as it evaporated on his hot skin. Faith had won this battle……but he knew this match would come again.