She came to LA with dreams. She is returning home on a bus, with broken dreams, and a baby. The baby becomes very fussy; passengers getting annoyed. At one stop, a brown robed friar, straight from central casting, takes the seat next to her. He offers to hold the child, she accepts. He sings Italian lullabies to the baby. Entering Frisco, he hands the child back to her, looks into her eyes, and whispers: “Pace e Bene!” Squeal of brakes makes her look forward; turning back, he has disappeared! The bus quickly passes a church, she glimpses a familiar statue.
Photo by Ron Pruitt
Musings From St. Anthony's Walnut Tree 
Great story, in just few words.
LikeLike
Maybe she will resized she had found the Angel of LA
LikeLike
Very nicely done…except never refer to San Francisco as Frisco! LOL!
LikeLike
This is a simple but thoughtful piece of writing. It inspires to look for better. Thank you.
LikeLike
Know he’ll be there with you. A story with a warm spirit. I like it. Thank you.
LikeLike
Lovely story. I love miracle stories. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
LikeLike