She entered the repair shop carrying a brown paper bag.
She knew she was in a dreamlike state as she approached the counter. Although quite bare, the interior of the shop was positively mystical. From the back of the room, a tall handsome man in a long white flowing robe appeared through a curtain of mist. His glide towards the counter was graceful and his smile angelic. The woman opened the bag in silence and took out her heart. She laid it down gently on the counter top. The man, also not saying anything, picked it up carefully. After examining it, he put it down and looked at the woman with a great deal of compassion.
“Is this your heart?” he said softly.
She nodded.
“Is it broken?” he asked.
“It is,” she replied, in a whisper.
Sadness came over his face and he asked, “How did it happen?”
“A man,” she said.
“I see,” said the angel.
“Can you repair it?” she pleaded.
He shook his head slowly. “In all the kingdom, this is the only thing we cannot mend.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she told him, “You were my only hope.”
He said, “I am so sorry,” as he placed it back into the bag. “However,” he said, pushing it back in front of her, “I can tell you that their healing powers can be quite remarkable…”