Rei was a writer I got to know through another writing site a number of years back. We began reading each other's stories and fairly soon we got chatting on messenger. I am from Ireland and she was from New Zealand. We would chat for hours sometimes.

Ideas and thoughts for this story came from on-line chats we had. As I was writing this story, I sent her what I had via e-mail. She would often send me what she was writing too and we'd help each other out. She'd tell me her thoughts and would make suggestions as she did on the tale told here. So, this story would not exist without her. This story has been published, and it is something I am definitely proud of. So ... thank you Rei, I will forever miss you, may you forever rest in peace.

If you enjoy this then perhaps you might like to have a look at IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS, a little something also on my page ...

Rei passed away on September 2nd, 2015. The following is a poem Rei posted on-line a month before her passing:

And the angel weeps

She began as any new-born would ... gentle, innocent, sweet.

Life has its quirks and turns ... it's cruel and weird and odd ... it's mean and dirty ... it's harsh and achingly sweet ... its desires pulled her down from glory ... from peace ...

She descends into the muck and mire of want and lust ...

And the angel weeps ... but for what?

Loss of what she had ... or

Joy in what she found ...