Shapes of Angels

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This could be a story about a person finding a new direction in life, but maybe it's not. You be the judge.

Submitted: October 24, 2016

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Submitted: October 24, 2016



The woman sat with her face in her hands. She was sitting on a park bench overlooking the ocean; this was in a small resort town along the southern California coast.

It was obvious that the woman was crying, but even in this resort town people passing by were too busy to notice.

This cell-phone world connects everyone except for those closes by.

The woman is Margery Wilhelm Pritchett, she is sixty-one years young, and when I say young I mean she is very fit and energetic.

Margery is divorced with grown children, and she has worked at a well known corporation for the last twenty-one years.

That corporation merged with another and then came the job cuts during the consolidation; Margery was out on her ear.

Oh the company gave her a decent severance package. With her savings and a few well bought stocks, she'll do all right for the time being. Social Security will be a needed addition in a few years.

Margery's kids left the state for work reasons and she now sees them at Thanksgiving, and occasionally at Christmas. Her father died a dozen years ago and her mother, well, she doesn't talk about her to anyone.

I should get back to the crying because none of this has much to do with it, but then again it has everything to do with it; it is called despair.

After her children moved away Margery threw herself into her work and it has been her focus point for the last ten years. She always said, "Work keeps me centered and focused." But now that her work is gone she is having a hard time adjusting and filling her days with purpose, so depression is seeping in.


Margery's crying was producing a mess on her hands and face, leaving her unable to see well. So she began fishing around on the bench for her purse and the hankies that she keeps within.

As Margery pulled the purse towards her and lifted it into her lap she felt something cold and wet against her arm. She quickly retrieved a hankie and dried herself, and then she looked to see what it could be.

It was a dog, a big mutt of a dog in fact, and it's cold wet nose was what she had felt.

"Well, Hello," Margery remarked.

As Marjery spoke the dog stepped back a step and barked, just once, then it moved forward and placed its head in Margery's lap, looking up at her with two big doe eyes.

"Well, you are a friendly one. --- And where might your human be?" Margery asked, while looking up and down the walkway. There was not a person in sight; there was a couple of a seagull, but no people for a great distance in both directions.

Margery began scratching behind the dogs ears and checking for a collar at the same time, there was none.

As they sat there, Margery began thinking of how nice it was to have this dog pay her some attention. So the least Marjery could do was to reciprocate and to provide a back scratch before heading home.


Margery walked out to the boulevard and was waiting for the traffic light to change when the dog sat down beside her.

"No, no, now go on home," Margery said as she tried to shoo the dog away. But it wouldn't go.

"Oh, --- you just want an escort across the busy street," Margery remarked, "You’re a smart pooch." Margery laughed as they crossed the boulevard.

Down the street they walked for the eleven blocks to Margery's street and when she turned to go to her condominium, the dog followed.

Margery stopped and looked at the dog, which was looking back at her attentively. "Look here Dog," Margery said, "I can't have a dog as big as you in my condo, there are rules, (You Know?), only small dogs allowed. So go home if you have one."

With that said the dog suddenly darted off and ran down a nearby alley way.

"Well, I didn't have to say that twice, Margery said with a a chuckle in her voice. The dog's home must be down the alley somewhere."

Margery walked on, but as she approached the alleyway she saw the dog standing at the entrance, it started to bark at her. As it barked it ran into the alley and then back to her. It repeated this a few times, so she figured that there was something wrong. At least, that is what the dog's actions meant in all the dog movies that she had ever seen, so she followed the dog.

About a third way down the alley there was a dumpster against a wall of a building and off to the side of the dumpster was a man lying on the blacktop; he was bleeding from a bad cut on the head.

Margery called 911 on her cell phone and the police were there in just a few minutes, along with paramedics.

"Hi, I am Deputy Rodgers. Are you the one that called in the emergency?"

"Oh yes, I called 911 as soon as the dog lead me to that poor man. When I reached the dumpster I could see the man lying there, I thought he was dead at first," Margery told the policewoman.

"A dog, did the dog belong to the man?" the deputy inquired.

"I don't think so." Margery replied as she looked around. "The dog had no collar, so it might have been a stray."

The officer also glanced around the area and asked, "Did you see where the dog went?"

Margery replied, "No, I didn't know it was gone until we started talking about it. Maybe the sirens scared it away."

Deputy Rodgers said, "That is a possibility. But none the less, if you see that dog again you might want to give it a big hug. Both of your quick actions may have saved a life today."

It turns out that the injured man is a Mr. Connors and he lives in the same condo complex as you do.

According to his medical bracelet Mr. Connors is a Diabetic and takes anti-coagulants. Considering the clothing he was wearing and the sweat on the body, there is a good chance that he may have tripped and fell while jogging. He must have hit his head on the corner of the steel dumpster. There is a real possibility that he might have bled to death if you hadn't found him as quickly as you did."

"Can you tell me what hospital that he going to?" Margery asked, and then she stated, "I'd like to place a notice on my Condo-complex Bulletin-board for those neighbors that know him and might want to visit him in the hospital."

"Sure," said Deputy Rodgers, "it is Harbor General Hospital and it is just a couple of miles up Beach Boulevard."

Margery replied, "Oh yes, I know the one, --- thanks."


Margery looked for the dog as she made her way home, but to no avail.

Margery stopped at the Condo recreation room and asked Ben, the security guard, if he knew Mr. Connors.

Well it turned out that Mr. Connors, Ben, and several other unidentified residents have a friendly little game of Draw-poker every Friday evening.

Ben was grateful to Margery for the info about Mr. Connors and would pass it on to others that knew him.


A few days passed by and Marjery thought that it would be a nice jester if she paid Mr. Connors a visit at the hospital, just to see how he was doing. So she pulled her trusty three-speed bicycle out of the extra bedroom and made her way to the hospital.

Mr. Jeffery Connors was happy to see Margery, he had heard all about her and the mystery dog. Ben was there too, with his friend Tanya Wright. They all decided to have lunch in the hospital cafeteria and had a great time together.  

Marjery hadn't had time to visit, just for the sake of visiting, in a very long time; she had to admit to herself that it was long overdue.


As Marjery left the hospital and headed along the walkway to where she had locked her bicycle, she saw DOG lying on the bench right next to her bicycle. And as Marjery approached, Dog stood up and started wagging its tail vigorously.

"How did you know that that was my bicycle?" she asked as she began scratching behind its ears. 

Suddenly Dog jumped down from the bench and ran a short distance toward the adjacent building, then it stopped and ran back. It did this several time and Marjery was well aware of what that meant; so off she went to follow the dog.

As she arrived on the very next block, she arrived at the front of an assisted living home for the elderly. And on the sidewalk in front of the place was a pair of eye-glasses in a carrying case; the name on the case just said Marge.

Margery picked up the case and glasses and looked around. Dog was now at the entrance of the building and barked as the automatic doors opened, Dog ran inside.

"Oh No, No, No," Margery said to herself, "you don't belong in there. A big old dog like you is bound to frighten or knock someone over in there."

So Marjery went after the dog, and as she entered the front doors she came face to face with the receptionist.

"Can I help you?" Bridget, the receptionist, asked.

"Oh, Hi Bridget, --- I'm looking for the dog that just ran in here. Where did it go?"

"I'm sorry, dogs aren't allowed in here," Bridget replied. 

You mean that you didn't see a big Loop-eared Mutt run in here when those automatic doors opened?" Margery asked.

"No I didn’t, and those automatic doors haven't worked in several days, we have to open them manually, just as you did when you entered.

Oh, I see that you have Marge's glasses. Did she leave them on the bus-bench in front of the hospital again?"

"In front of the Hospital?" Margery asked in a confused manner.

"Oh yes, when Marge goes for her morning walk she always walks down the street to the bus bench and sits there until she's rested, then she comes back. Why she takes her glasses, I don't understand, she doesn't take anything with her to read," Bridget stated, with a puzzled look on her face."

Bridget continued, "You can leave those glasses with me, or you can take them right over there to that woman sitting just inside our little library, that is Marge."

Margery thought for a moment and then replied, "I think that I should deliver them myself, thanks."

"Suite yourself," Bridget said as she went back to texting on her phone.

Margery walked through the library's opened doors and seated herself on the couch with the very elderly woman.

"I brought your glasses Mom," Margery said in a clear but timid voice.

"Oh thank you dear," Marge replied, "they don't help much anymore but I like to have them with me. That's silly isn't it?"

"No Mom, that's not silly," Margery half whispered.

"Will you read to me today sweetie?" Marge asked and then stated, "I'm in a poetry mood."

"Sure thing Mom, poetry it is," Margery replied as she went to fetch a book.

Margery soon returned with a book of assorted poems and sat down to read.

That's when Marge smiled at her daughter and said, "Who are you?"

Margery hesitated and then said, "I'm your daughter, Margery, and I've come to read to you.

 And you know what, Mom? I'm going to come to read to you weekly, from now on."

Marge replied, "That's nice dear. --- Is the dog coming too?"



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