Help Wanted

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young girl meets a fallen-angel and has an idea that might help them both.
Note: Sometimes a writer creates a story that takes on a will of its own, as to what the ending will be. The other version, "Angel Recruitment," was not my first choice, but it is where the story seemed to want to go after I had finished this story, "Help Wanted".

Submitted: December 28, 2016

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One winter’s day a young girl was walking along a path that ran parallel to a river. As the girl walked home the pathway began to change directions and headed away from the river. The path seemed to meander for a while and then it entered a cottonwood forest, filled with, (What Else?), Cottonwood Trees.

Soon after the girl entered the forest she must have gotten thirsty and decided to get some water from the pond.

She must have known a shortcut to the pond because she cut through the trees instead of staying on the path.

As she neared the pond she saw an angel sitting near the water.

The girl, still very thirsty, knelt near the water and took a drink, then remarked, "Oh that is good and so cool on my throat."

The angel said nothing.

The girl just shrugged her shoulders and then sat down across from the angel.

After a while the girl picked up some pebbles and started tossing them, one at a time, into the pond. Still the angel said nothing. Then the girl could stand the silence no more, so she stated, "Ah, my name is Connie. What is your name?"

"Jonathan," the Angel replied.

"You are a Angel, Right?" Connie asked with curiosity in her voice.

"Yes, I was a lesser-angel," Jonathan replied, "but now I am a fallen-angel because I messed up and I have been cast down to earth."

"Oh, that sounds sad," Connie remarked. "So is this like a Time-Out or something?"

Jonathan replied, "No, it is like you're parents kicking you out of the house and telling you that you can never come back, ever."

"I cannot believe that!" Connie remarked with a complete look of disbelief on her face.

"It is true," Jonathan countered.

Connie sat quietly for a while and then said, "Can't you make it up somehow, and maybe do some good stuff?"

Jonathan replied, "No-Can-Do, what is written is written and only God can change it.

"I do not believe that," Connie abruptly stated. "God is love; my Granny says so, so it must be true!

Jonathan replied angrily."Are you some kind of expert? You don't know the rules. Rules are rules, and that is that!" 

Connie sat quietly for a while longer and then asked, "So are you just going to sit around and feel sorry for yourself? That is not good!" Connie replied.

"Oh really, how so?" Jonathan inquired.

"Well, you could use a more positive outlook," Connie said. "Do you have any angel powers, you know, like magic stuff that you can do?"

Suddenly Jonathan disappeared, and then reappeared, saying, "Other than flying and super human strength, invisibility is my only real asset."

"Well that's plenty," Connie said. "You could become a guardian angel. My Granny says that no-one ever sees them, but that they are responsible for a lot of good stuff happening. You could keep busy by helping people and keeping them out of trouble, you know, keeping them safe."

"I cannot help them all," Jonathan stated with the most shocked look on his face.

"Of course not, silly. You'd have to start small at first, you know, until you get the hang of the job. You could start off with someone easy to watch after, maybe just a kid at first to practice with," Connie replied.

"When you say kid, do you mean you?" Jonathan questioned with a smile on his face.

Connie replied, "Well, --- my Granny says that I sure need one. Besides, with all the trouble I get into you would have lots to do."

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEF  ---  12-23-2016

 

Note: Sometimes a writer creates a story that takes on a will of its own, as to what the ending will be. The other version, "Angel Recruitment," was not my first choice, but it is where the story seemed to want to go after I had finished this story, "Help Wanted".

Besides, my wife likes the "Angel Recruitment," version better and doesn't want me to delete it, so now there are two versions; both under 1,000 words, flash fictions.


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