Featured image: Big Moon Hug by Jerry Kirk   Short Sweet Life The little girls are angels now. But first they had to dive into the water, swim down the river, breaststroke, backstroke, butterfly stroke. The current carried them, they floated, heads above the black water. Arms quit moving, legs stopped kicking until their tiny hearts quit beating. Blue lips whispered here I am. Tiny little girlsheld hands floated down riverwhite wings flew away Blue and green and brown eyes closed but not until they saw all the angels reach down and scoop them up out of the raging river, attach whispy wings to twenty seven little bodies who then…