Archive for November, 2016
When Pigs Fly
Artists: Ramirez & Roque
Lois is finished with her drawing. It will be hung in the Art Room, along with all of the other entries, until the Emcee to the Chickmas Party is chosen.
“I don’t understand,” said Lucy.
“Neither do I,” muttered Walker.
“Are they still looking at us?”
“Here comes our food. Let’s just eat and maybe they’ll get bored and forget about us.”
“Okay, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
“Here we are,” said the waiter, putting the dishes on the table with a flourish. “I will bring your dessert at the just the right moment,” he said, with a nod.
“Thank you,” said Lucy, stiffly.
“Thank you,” muttered Walker, staring around the room.
“Stop paying attention to them. Just eat. You’ll love the noodles and tofu, trust me on that,” she said, piling noodles onto his plate. The chili is fabulous and the salad is fresh and crunchy. Walker, look at me. LOOK AT ME.”
Walter tore his eyes away from the angels and looked at Lucy. “Um, okay, I’ll eat.”
“What do you like to do?” asked Lucy, taking a spoon full of chili.
“Yes, you must like to do something beside ride geese, right?”
“Oh, yes, I like to do other things,” he said half-heartedly.
“What other things?”
“I like to read, but I know what the book has to say without actually turning the pages, so it takes some of the fun out of it.”
“I can imagine. What do you like to read?”
“I like to read about other planets and life forms. They’re still looking at us, by the way.”
“Can you fix it so that I can see them?”
“Why would you want to see them?”
“I want to talk to them.”
“You can do that without seeing them, but I don’t think it’s a good idea,” said Walker, shaking his head.
“I thought angels were supposed to be kind and loving,” said Lucy, eating her salad. It was hard to be afraid of something she couldn’t see.
“Where did you hear that?”
“You’re nice,” said Lucy, smiling at him.
“Yes, you are.”
“Have you ever killed anyone?”
“No,” said Walker, “but they have.”
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The rock, tied with a rope, on the ground in the entrance means DO NOT ENTER.
“That was a cute puppy,” said Lucy. “But how can you interfere in our lives if you don’t know what you’re doing?”
“Tradition,” said Walker, scraping the last drops of soup out of his cup.
“You could hurt us,” she said angrily.
“We hurt you all the time.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“We have a difficult job. There are a million ways any decision could play out. We can’t possibly know what’s going to happen long term, so we use our best guess.”
“That’s truly a terrible thing to do.”
“How would you like it if I made decisions FOR YOUR LIFE?”
Walker thought about it for a minute, then said, “I don’t think you can.” He picked up a roll and buttered it. “I like soup.”
“But what if I could,” said Lucy, unwilling to let the issue go.
“I mean, I understand your point. We haven’t even been human, so we aren’t sure what’s going on, but we have been guarding you from the beginning.”
“I think we need to be guarded FROM you, not BY you,” said Lucy fiercely. “You’re playing with us. I don’t want you anywhere near me. And I don’t want your friends playing with my life either…not ever.”
“So, you don’t want my help?”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
“Your life will be completely different without me.”
“In what way?” asked Lucy.
“I’m not sure, since no human has ever been without a guardian angel before, but it will be different.”
All the angels in the cafe and on the street stopped and stared at Lucy.
“What’s wrong,” she asked Waker, seeing him tense up and stop moving.
“They are all watching us.”
“Yes. They don’t know what’s going to happen next.”
“You look like you’re afraid.”
“I think might be.”