Part 1: Sitting with myself for too long, I reached for a book I haven’t read and picked out a few phrases. Could they be a muse or an angel come to help me sort my mind? An angel or a witch, either of my personalities could be inspiring. I decided to shake the dust off my wings, and become an angel with ulterior motives…because the devil in me will never be denied.
Part 2: Broken angels and other scary things in Los Angeles, City of Angels, particularly the angel at the St. Charles Hotel, are called upon to do acts of violence. I have so far, resisted the temptation to let that part of me loose, the killer angel I’ve kept hidden. The angels came into town last night. When it rains in hell, and angels can be bad, they rise up from the depths to do unspeakable things. I’ve always resisted this ingrained trait, and tonight I confronted them by saying, “this is an angel feather, what have you done with him?”
To be continued…
Part 3 prompts:
- concrete angels and churchyards
- speak of an angel and hear his wings
- no angels around here
- my angel is doing community service right now
- angels speak dead languages, communication is difficult
- countless snow angels in the parks
“What have we done with him?” laughing, “these are only concrete angels and churchyards who love to display them over the graves, but there’s no angels around here, not even buried ones anyway. My angel is doing community service right now, and there’s countless snow angels in the park…guess who’s making them? Your favorite, and that’s why he lost that feather.”
I realized the fact that angels speak dead languages, communication is difficult, but I think I understood him correctly. “As long as he’s okay and what? community service you say? Why the sudden turn in disposition? I thought you rose up to wreak havoc! As long as you are behaving yourselves and I still can’t believe community service, but if true, I welcome you to California. Who is making all those snow angels and why? People must think it’s a miracle of some kind because they can’t actually see him making them.
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Part 4 Prompts:
- the angel bent low and whispered, “grow, grow”
- an angel? or an illiterate man?
- don’t speak to me of angels
- distorted sounds of angels playing in the garden
- softly, gently touched down on the porch roof
- your angel may tuck you in, but the devil leaves the porch light on
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The angel bent low and whispered, “grow, grow”. It was springtime and flowers were showing up. Since they were behaving themselves, the angels were allowed to stay longer, and lived near the park. “Don’t speak to me of angels”, Henry said to his friend George. Even though they both heard distorted sounds of angels playing in the garden, and thought they saw the image of one as it softly, gently touched down on the porch roof. Was it an actual angel? “George, you are an illiterate man, don’t be talking about angels as if they exist.”
“Henry, you are the one who doesn’t read, you probably have an angel watching over you right now. Your angel may tuck you in, but the devil leaves the porch light on.”
“What the hell does that mean?” If there were angels, how come they let me slip on the ice last winter when I was watching those snow angels popping up?”
“Exactly, Henry…how do you think that happened? The congregation believes it was angels. Explain it to me since I’m illiterate.”
“It means you have to have faith, because the devil will always be waiting for you to fall.”
To be continued…
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OLWG# 426- All Good Things
The Bag Lady 
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