The argument was getting too heated.
Both parties stood glaring,
pink faced with veins
overtook the room,
forcing calm and
reducing blood pressure.
They turned to face
of this most profound
and mysterious occurrence.
Floating above the fray
was the sage Red Angel.
Kind words and logic then prevailed.
This is a Flash Fiction Friday 55.
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