Aussieyori Angel

>You awake in the middle of the night, you assume it was just the critters and the heat again.
>The move to australia was harsh, but the benefits for colonizers had been enough that you had been goaded to come. Sayori had loved the cute dingos despite the danger.
>speaking of which, here she was.
>with wings?
>her warm motherly smile beckons to you, and she sits at the foot of your bed like she had done so many times before. As she was doing for the final time, you feared.
"Could it truly be you, my love? Are you... dead?"
>She nodded. "Yup, Malaria. Damn tossers could't weave a net even though other's lives depended on it. I guess I really am your "Bittersweet Angel" ahah. You'll raise our daughter correctly, or I wont visit for a week."
"wait, visit? Shouldn't an angel as pure as you be in heaven?"
>"Maybe? I've been affected by the lads and now i've got a bit of a foul mouth and a temper, plus I may enjoy a bottle or two before bed nowadays. You can always set a glass out for me and I'll drink wine with you and our daughter."
>Her hand caresses your face, and leads you into a sweet kiss.
>"my love made me corporeal, Anon. You'll see just how naughty an angel can be before getting cast from heaven, ahaha~"
>You were both mortified yet aroused.
>Such is life in South Australia
………………
Your wife had left you, that was clear. You had recived your telegram from the King that morning. Sayori was dead as a doorknob.

Here she was though, spooking the cat by tugging at his whiskers because he couldn’t see her. Strange, you thought that only animals could see ghosts. Seems Dr. Wunderbar was wrong, but that’s typical of a damned newsie selling you stuff you didn’t need. Services and items, you meant. No need to speak the local lingo made by these former convicts.

“Hello dear, seems you are dead. Guess you really were telling the truth last night.” Sayori, holding the cat (Poor Angelica, must think the cat had grown too powerful for the surly bonds of Earth to hold him any longer, and you seemed crazy.) “Why would I lie to you, dearest? Fat lot of good that would do me, not evena good prank to be had there. Tell poor ‘gelica that I’m an angel now, in the truest sense of the word so she doesn’t go get the priest.”

“Daddy, we need to go to Church more often. Or Christchurch, but that’s in New Zealand, right? Our army is in Palestine, maybe some water from the river Jordan will banish this faul spirit from our house.”

“No, love, that’s your mum. She’s dead but became an angel and is now POINTLESSLY MESSING ABOUT INSTEAD OF HUGGING HER DAUGHTER LIKE SHE SHOULD BE.” You scolded Sayori a bit harshly, making you feel bad. She should have tried to hold her without prompting. And she shouldn’t be torturing the cat.

Sayori was ruthlessly pulling the wings off mosquitos, but she stopped, and hugged your daughter Angelica. Your daughter looked uncomforted. In fact, she didn’t feel anything and looked at you expectantly. “Mum’s dead? I-I can’t ever see her again?”

“Well, I dunno. I can see her fine, shes as beautiful as ever, she’s having a panic but that’s because she is upset that she can touch and affect everything but you, it seems. Funny that. Wonder why that is.”

Angelica is broken from her saddened reverie by thinking about the mystical energies permeating this place, the ley lines, the feng shui. Yuri had… been an influence in her life.

“Probs magic or something, there are lotsa strange things in the world, strangest is you, dad.”

“Well, if I were to guess, it must be the power of my love. She was always daddy’s girl, but that just means I have to work harder so I can feel her in my arms again!” said Sayori, though Angelica obviously did not hear this. You relay the message to your daughter and you all plan a nice family outing at the Crocodile Farm because town was full of tourists this season. Despite the war, the Old Windmill, the only structure built by an aborigine people, attracted thousands every year, increasingly from other countries as the legend of its transformative abilities grew.