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“Renewal”

STANDARD
DISCLAIMER: The Prophecy belongs to Gregory Widen. I’m
not making any money from this.

AUTHOR’S
NOTE: I’d originally thought to include this scene in Birds
of Pray, my fic in progress… but it seems to work better
as a stand alone. Hope you enjoy it.

*****

“I
need you to fill out this form and then go stand in that line over
there,” Delores told the sullen young woman who stood before
her. “They can help you.”

The
young woman snatched the form from Delores’s fingers, cracked
her gum loudly, and skulked off.

“You
have a nice day, Ma’am,” Delores said under her breath.
She turned her attention to her computer, entered some information,
and looked up.

A
man was standing at the end of the velvet rope maze that kept the
citizens of Los Angeles moving through this branch of the Department
of Motor Vehicles in a neat, orderly fashion. He was thin and
pale, with shiny black hair combed straight back from his forehead
and the most piercing blue eyes that Delores had ever seen in her
life. He was staring at her expectantly, and she frowned; she
was almost certain that he hadn’t been there before… but
of course, he must have been. After all, people don’t
just appear out of thin air.

“Next,”
she called, and he came forward to stand at her window.

“Hi,”
he said brightly. He pulled something from the pocket of
his long black coat and put his hand on the counter, sliding it at
her under the glass window. “I need to renew this.”

She
glanced briefly at the driver’s license, then turned to her
computer and began typing. “Do you have your renewal
notice, sir?”

“No.”
She stopped typing and looked up at him disapprovingly. “See,
here’s the thing,” he said apologetically. “You
folks never sent me one.”

“Of
course we sent you one,” she said, but in the back of her mind
she knew he was probably right. The DMV screwed up with
remarkable regularity. “All right, look. Is this
address – “ she picked up his license and read from it.
“2634 North Beachwood Drive – is this address still
current?”

“Fortunately,
no.”

She
stared at the picture on the license. “This almost
doesn’t even look like you,” she remarked, noting the
long graying hair and the disheveled appearance of the man in the
photograph.

“Yeah,”
he agreed, smiling. “I’ve moved up in the world
since then.”

“Do
you want to get a new picture taken?”

“That
would be great.”

“All
right. You have to fill this out for the change of address,”
she said, handing him a form and pointing to a table where he could
sit. “And be sure to put down a date of birth,” she
instructed, sliding his license under the glass. “I don’t
know how they let you go last time without one.”

He
shrugged. “That other woman… you know, here at the
Department of Motor Vehicles… she told me not to bother her on
her coffee break,” he said, taking his license and putting it
back in his coat pocket.

She
snorted. “Typical.”

“I
bring this back to you when I’m done?” he asked, holding
up the form.

“Yeah.”

“OK,
thanks.”

He
was back less than five minutes later, sliding his form under the
glass.

“All
right, let me see that,” she said, picking it up. She
read it, frowning. “What’s this you wrote for date
of birth? March 24… in where?”

“In
Eternity,” he replied with a little shrug, as though it were
the most normal thing in the world.

She
read further, her frown deepening. “And you live where?”

“In
the Seventh Heaven,” he said in the same tone.

She
looked up at him. “Are you on drugs?”

He
looked surprised. “No, Ma’am.”

“I
can’t put this kind of information on a driver’s
license,” she told him, and handed him another form.
“Write something sensible. Then you’ll need to pass
a vision test and give us a thumbprint.”

“I
don’t have one,” he told her seriously.

“You
don’t have one what?”

“A
thumbprint,” he said, holding up his hands. “Or
fingerprints.” He shrugged apologetically. “Sorry.”

“Sir,
they don’t pay me enough to deal with this. Now go fill
out that form and bring it back to me.”

He
pointed at the form he had already filled out. “That
form,” he said, his tone becoming slightly heated, “ is
perfectly correct… Delores.”

“Oh,
really?” she asked snidely. “So where’s the
Seventh Heaven, exactly? Is it downtown, or – “

“Listen,”
he said in a low voice, resting his hands on the counter and leaning
forward so that his lips almost touched the glass that separated
them. “I’m an angel… and I’m not just
any angel, either. I’m Gabriel. I sit at the
left hand of God. I’ve turned rivers into blood, cities
into ash, women into pillars of salt. One day – maybe one
day real soon – I’ll blow my trumpet to announce the
second coming of Christ on Earth. And all I want from you,
Delores, is for you to renew my driver’s license!”

She
met his gaze for a few seconds, staring up into those inscrutable
blue eyes.

“OK,”
she said, nodding. “You’re the angel Gabriel.
I get it.” She put her hand on her phone, preparing to
call for security to escort this obviously crazy guy to an
appropriate mental health facility. “You just wait right
over there,” she said, pointing with her other hand at a row of
chairs, “and some nice men will be in to get you your new –
“

“Delores,”
he whispered. “Look at me.”

It
was impossible to disobey. The air around the man –
Gabriel – seemed to change, becoming suffused with a milky
white light. Delores could see the suggestion of enormous white
wings rising up behind him.

“Dear
God,” she whispered. Without even thinking about it, she
crossed herself. She glanced around and saw that no one else in
the room – neither her coworkers nor the people waiting to do
business with the DMV – seemed to notice anything amiss.
Was she hallucinating?

“It’s
no hallucination,” he assured her quietly. “This is
what I am.” The light faded and the wings vanished…
but Delores knew they were still there; she just couldn’t see
them now.

She
leaned forward in her seat. “Let me get this straight.
You’re Gabriel… the Gabriel… the one
from the Bible,” she said quietly.

“Yes.”

“But…
I don’t… why in the world do you need a driver’s
license?”

”Aaaah,
I went to so much trouble to get it… I figured I might as well
keep renewing it.”

Delores
was still trying to figure this out. “But… can’t
you fly?” she asked, realizing as she spoke how insane
the question sounded.

“Yeah,”
he said, and shrugged. “It’s overrated.
Driving’s a lot more fun.” He smiled proudly. “I’m
the only angel who knows how.”

“Well…
good for you,” she said numbly. She picked up his form.
“I guess… all right, I’ll take care of this.
You go stand in that line over there to get your eyes tested.”
Let them deal with you, she thought but did not say.

“Thank
you, Delores,” he said, beaming happily.

*****

“OK,”
Fred said tiredly. “Cover your right eye and read the
smallest line you can see.”

“XMLQFP,”
the man with the pale skin and shiny black hair read.

Fred
frowned. “What line are you reading, sir?”

”The
bottom one,” he said, uncovering his eye. “Did I
pass?”

Fred
squinted at the eye chart. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

“Not
yet,” the man said. “But if you keep cheating on
your taxes and running around on your wife…” He
shrugged.

“What?”

”Never
mind. What line do I go stand in now?”

*****

“Here
you go… um… sir,” Delores said, sliding his new
license under the glass. “That’s a much nicer
picture.”

”I
think so too,” Gabriel said, scrutinizing it. “Much
more flattering.”

“Listen,
next time you need your license renewed… come on Tuesday.
That’s my day off!”

He
nodded, smiling. “OK. And Delores… thanks.”

“Don’t
mention it… to anyone!”

“Hey
Delores,” her supervisor called.

“What,
Bob?” she asked. She turned in her seat to see him
walking towards her, a piece of paper in his hand.

“What’s
with this Gabriel person’s renewal? I can’t believe
you approved – “

“He’s
right here,” she said. “If you have any questions,
you can ask – “ But when she turned back to face the
window, he was gone as if he’d never existed at all.
“Perfect. That’s just perfect.”

“And
you didn’t get his thumbprint – “

“Listen,
Bob… it’s been a really long morning,” she
told him wearily. She opened her bottom desk drawer and took
out her purse. “I’m going to lunch,” she
said, standing and looking at her watch “And then
I’m going to Mass. So I might be a little bit late.”

“You’re
going to Mass?” he asked, perplexed. “I didn’t
know you were that religious!”

“Today
I am!”

“But
about this Gabriel guy – “

“I
can’t hear you!” Delores said, sticking her fingers in
her ears. “La la la la, I can’t hear you!”

“Delores
– “

“If
he comes back, Bob, you can deal with him!” She
grinned wickedly. “I’ll save a spot for you in
church!”

FINIS.
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