The Singing Angel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

My true life encounter with an angel.

The Singing Angel

The year was 2005. Both my sons were in Iraq after their reserve unit was called up. It was cold, dark, almost a week without daylight. I was alone in my house when I heard singing out on the street.

It’s a suburban neighborhood and that time of the morning the road is quiet, but when I looked out a man was walking past my house – singing. He was young, tall, and singing in a language I didn’t know. He waved his arms with the music. I thought it was opera. I don’t know opera, but maybe it was a beautiful aria in another language.

He walked past my house, singing on down the road, and in order to keep hearing him, I went out to the mailbox and looked inside. He turned the corner, singing and waving his arms, but when he got to my neighbor’s house, at the very last place where I could see him, he looked over his shoulder straight at me.

 I can’t see without my glasses, but I saw clearly that he looked in my eyes.

He went on, but I heard the singing inside my head for days before it faded. Now I can’t get back any part of it only to know it was the most beautiful music I’ve heard before or since.

Someone said, “You saw what you wanted to see. Heard what you wanted to hear.” That’s true, but there’s never been a man singing like bells, like bells ringing inside my head, on my street before or since, that I know of.

Somebody else said, “It was an angel because he looked right at you.” He did. At the very last place, before he disappeared, he looked straight at me.

I want it to be an angel. I needed an angel, and he was there.


Submitted: November 22, 2020

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JE Falcon

Angels come in different forms, in the shapes of birds and unicorns,
Some may sing in a melodious tone, to let you know you are never alone.
However they come is with little concerns, It's all in the need, when your lonely heart yearns. So rejoice in the song, a gift just for you, on an overcast day, and right out of the blue.

Sun, November 22nd, 2020 9:45pm

Suzanne Mays

Thank you, JE, for the beautiful poem. I've forgotten many things, but this stands out clearly in my memory.

Mon, November 23rd, 2020 8:31pm

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