Alfred and the Artful Angel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

An angel comes down to take the soul of a little girl to Heaven, only to find there has been a mistake in the Book of Destiny.

Alfred and the Artful Angel

Alfred made his painful way along the footpath to the supermarket. He was in good health for his age but that damned arthritis in his hip made it hard for him to get around. He usually managed to get one of the mobility parking spaces right next to the store, but the car park was full today so he had to park on the street across the road. Not far to go now though. Just a few more steps to reach the pedestrian crossing.

A girl around six years of age came skipping out of a school gate not far ahead of him, heading for the same crossing. She had been waiting for her mother by the gate, but mummy was awfully late today. The other kids had gone home long ago. But there was her mother at last, just across the road. ‘Mummy,’ cried the girl. She ran onto the crossing, oblivious to the sound of an approaching truck.

The truck was coming too fast. The girl’s mother saw, as did Alfred, that there was no way it could stop before reaching the crossing. ‘EMILY!’ the woman screamed, and ran to her daughter, but she was too far away—much too far. Alfred was closer.

A horn blared and truck tyres screeched. The girl stopped and stared wide eyed at the truck bearing down on her. She half turned, as if to run back to the safety of the footpath. By now, Alfred was on the crossing. He dropped his walking stick and launched himself at the girl. A crippling bolt of pain shot through him as his leg gave way. He fell against the girl and pushed her sprawling back into the arms of her mother.

Alfred clambered to his feet and heaved a sigh of relief. That was close, but she’ll be OK now. He walked back to pick up his walking stick. That was strange. For the first time in many months, he felt no pain at all. He reached down to pick up his walking stick, but his fingers went right through it as if the stick were just an illusion.

It took Alfred a few moments to realise that he wouldn’t be going to the supermarket that day—or ever again. He could see his broken body lying on the road in front of the truck. The damned thing must have given me quite a wallop. A crowd gathered and escorted the distraught mother and her little girl to the safety of the footpath. A shrill female voice rose above the babble. It seemed to be aimed at Alfred.

‘You idiot! What did you go and do that for?’ Alfred looked around, but couldn’t see from whence the abuse had come. Nobody was looking in his direction, but he was a ghost now and almost certainly invisible to those still living.

‘Who’s there?’ he said. The air in front of him began to shimmer and resolve into the shape of a young woman. She had blond hair, pale skin, and a grumpy face. Her white dress floated about her like mist.

‘I say,’ said Alfred. ‘Are you ... are you a ghost?’

‘What? No! Of course not. I’m an angel. My name is Angela. I’m here to take Emily’s soul to Heaven.’

‘That little girl? But she’s not dead. I saved her.’

‘Don’t you think I know that? She ought to be on her way to Heaven right now, but you had to go and play the big hero. Argh! Don’t you realise what you have done?’

‘Now look here, young ... er ... Angela. I have just saved a little girl’s life. Are you telling me I shouldn’t have done that?’

‘Of course you shouldn’t. According to the Book of Destiny, Emily was destined to die today, but she didn’t. You were not destined to die today, but you did. Oh what a mess. This could throw the cosmos into chaos.’

‘Well, that’s just silly. I saw the girl was in danger and reacted accordingly. Anyone in my position would have done the same. You’ll just have to pop off back to Heaven without her.’

‘I can’t do that,’ moaned Angela. ‘They won’t let me back in Heaven without Emily’s soul. I’ll have to stay here until she dies, and that might not be for another ... oh ... ninety years or more. I don’t want to spend the rest of her life stuck down here.’

‘I sympathise with your predicament, young lady ... er ... angel,’ said Alfred, ‘but I know nothing of any Book of Destiny. It seems to me that somebody upstairs has made a mistake. You can’t lay that on me.’

‘Yes ... well ... I suppose you’re right. It isn’t the first time something like this has happened.’

‘Well, there you are then. Emily won’t live forever, so you’ll get back to Heaven eventually. Speaking of which, what about me? If I’m not meant to be dead, what am I supposed to do? Bring myself back to life?’

‘Despite what you may have read, Alfred, not even the Creator can bring dead people back to life. Not in this world anyway.

‘You know my name?’

‘I can read people. I know your name and everything about you, just as I know everything about Emily. As to what you can do—absolutely nothing. You can’t go to Heaven because you aren’t officially dead. If nobody comes to claim your soul, you’ll most likely drift off into Limbo.’

‘Limbo? What place is that?’

‘It’s where souls go when they can’t get into Heaven and they haven’t been wicked enough to go to Hell. There’s nothing there. Just emptiness. Souls who go there are never seen nor heard of again.’

‘Well, that’s jolly unfair, I must say.’

‘I didn’t make the rules.’

‘Can’t you just pop up to Heaven and sort this out with whoever is in charge up there?’

‘No! Are you not listening? They won’t let me in without Emily’s soul ... unless...’

‘Unless what?’

‘Unless I take your soul instead.’

‘Can you do that?’

‘Oh yes, but I can’t take you there as Alfred. You’ll have to be Emily. She’s the one they will be expecting.’

‘What? Me—as Emily? Hah! Even if that were possible, wouldn’t that be rather devious of an angel?’

‘I wouldn’t call it devious, exactly. Just mildly deceptive. It will solve both our problems. I won’t have to wait around until the real Emily dies, and it will keep you out of Limbo.’

‘I’m a grown man, Angela—or I was until a few minutes ago. That’s all I know how to be. How am I supposed to impersonate the soul of a little girl?’

‘Like I said, I know all about Emily. I can feed that knowledge into your soul.’

‘And will that turn me into Emily?’

‘No, you will always be Alfred, but you will be able to portray Emily just as an actor portrays a character on stage.

‘I fear that you are overestimating my skill as an actor.’

‘You won’t have to do much acting. Once you slip into the role of Emily, her personality will take over. You might find that hard to get used to, but it’s the only way you’ll have any chance of getting through the Pearly Gates.’

‘Ah, the Pearly Gates. They’re supposed to be guarded by Saint Peter, aren’t they?’

‘No,’ said Angela. ‘That’s a myth. The chief immigration officer is called Gee-Gee.


‘It’s short for Gate Guardian. He’s the one you will have to get past.’

‘Oh, will I need some kind of visa for that?’

‘Not at all. Emily has already been approved for entry to Heaven. The Guardian will ask your name. You tell him it’s Emily. He will check the Book of Destiny to confirm that you are expected. Then he will let you into Heaven. What could go wrong?’

‘Bad things usually happen when someone asks that question.’

‘Don’t be so negative. We wouldn’t have to do things this way if you hadn’t interfered with destiny.’

‘I don’t accept any blame for what happened. Whoever wrote the Book of Destiny killed the wrong person, that’s all. I ought to be going to Heaven as Alfred, not Emily. So what happens after I get into Heaven? I can be Alfred again, right?’

‘Once you pass through the Pearly Gates your performance will be over. You can stop imagining yourself as Emily. Most souls imagine themselves to look as they did in their prime. If you imagine yourself as a young man, that is how other souls will see you.’

‘I rather like that idea. I must confess I’m a little afraid of using subterfuge to get into Heaven, but I am even more afraid of ending up in Limbo. Let’s do it, shall we?’

‘If you’re ready, I’ll copy Emily’s details to you right now.’

Alfred braced himself for whatever that would entail; but all he felt was a pleasant tingling sensation, after which the world seemed to grow smaller.

‘I’m shrinking!’ said Emily. ‘Eek! What’s happened to my voice?’

‘It’s Emily’s voice. That’s your voice now,’ said Angela. ‘Oh my, you are such a sweetie.’

Sweetie? Oh, for goodness sake!

‘But you are a sweetie. Emily is such a pretty girl.’

Did you just read my mind?

Of course. Outwardly, you will talk and behave like Emily, but we can also communicate with our minds.

Why am I not surprised? said Alfred.

‘That’s really cool,’ said Emily.

‘Are you ready to come to Heaven with me now, Emily?’ said Angela.

‘Oh yes please,’ squealed Emily, jumping up and down with excitement.

Whoa. I had no control over that, said Alfred. Emily has a strong personality. Can you tone her down a little?

No way, said Angela. The more her personality shows, the more believable she is. ‘Now take my hand, Emily, and fly with me.’


‘STOP!’ The word boomed at them out of nowhere like a shot from a canon.

Emily cringed and clung to Angela. ‘Who said that?’

‘I did.’ The air began to shimmer and resolve into the shape of a little man with black hair, a goatee beard and a couple of lumps on his head that might have been horns. He wore what looked like a Superman costume, except it was all black and didn’t have a cape.

‘Damon,’ exclaimed Angela. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Damon?’ said Emily. ‘Do you know this nasty man Angie?’

‘Yes, Emily, it’s Damon and he’s a demon.’

A demon? I don’t like the sound of that, said Alfred.

‘Damon the demon? Damn,’ said Emily. She giggled. ‘I just said a rude word.’

Damon gave Emily a withering look. ‘This is no giggling matter, kid. I’ve come to take your soul to Hell.’

Emily pouted. ‘You can’t do that,’ she said. ‘I’m on my way to Heaven with Angie.’

‘That’s right,’ said Angela. ‘How dare you threaten to take this sweet little girl to Hell?’

‘Sweet little girl my arse,’ said Damon.

‘Ooh,’ said Emily. ‘He said a naughty word.’

He knows I’m not Emily! said Alfred

Shut up, Alfred, said Angela. He’s just guessing.

‘I saw what happened on the crossing,’ continued Damon. 'I think the girl lived. That’s the old man—Alfred—pretending to be Emily. He’s a sinner, so he belongs in Hell.’

‘But I don’t want to go to Hell!’ Emily began to cry. ‘I want to go with Angie.’

‘You’re talking nonsense, Damon,’ said Angela. ‘Even if Alfred had died, why would he pretend to be a little girl? This little ghost is Emily. She can’t be a sinner. She’s only just turned six.’

‘Alright. Maybe the nipper is who she seems to be, but six isn’t too young to be a sinner. I’ll prove it. Tell me, kid, do you believe in angels and demons?’

‘You’re scaring me,’ whimpered Emily.

‘Yes, I do have that effect on people,’ said Damon. ‘Now answer my question you little brat or I’ll put you over my knee and give you a good spanking.’

Do that, said Alfred, and I’ll bite your kneecaps!

‘Please don’t hurt me,’ sobbed Emily. ‘My mummy and daddy told me all about angels ... and Santa Clause ... and ... and ... the Tooth Fairy. But I’m a big girl now and I know they’re not real. They’re just pretend.’

‘I knew it,’ said Damon. ‘You died as an unbeliever...’

‘But I’m not dead mister,’ said Emily.

Emily! Don’t say that. ‘Of course you’re dead, sweetie,’ said Angela. ‘That’s why I’ve come to take you to Heaven.’

Don’t call me sweetie, muttered Alfred.

‘As I was saying,’ said Damon, ‘You died as an unbeliever—a sinner ... and you have to go to Hell.’

‘Wait!’ said Angela. ‘Even if Emily thought we were just pretend before she died, she believes in us now. So she must have repented. You do repent, don’t you, Emily?’

‘Oh yes,’ said Emily. ‘I’ve been repenting all over the place’. She poked her tongue out at Damon. ‘So there, mister smarty pants.’

‘Hey, watch it with the tongue, kid. I think you are lying. You don’t even know what ‘repent’ means.’

What does repent mean, Angie?

It means you are sorry.

Emily turned to Damon. ‘I do so too,’ she said. ‘It means I’m sorry.’ She started to sing and skip round in a circle. ‘Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.’

‘OK, OK,’ said Damon. ‘So you repent, but I’m down on my soul quota this month so I think I’ll take you to Hell anyway. A brat like you must have done something bad, like maybe not eating all your vegetables.’ He reached for Emily’s hand. ‘Come with me and I’ll give you a lollypop.’

‘I don’t want your rotten old lollypop,’ said Emily. ‘I’m going with Angie.’ She ran to Angela and jumped into her arms.

‘Give me the girl, Angela,’ snarled Damon. ‘You know I’m stronger than you. Give her to me or I’ll have to hurt you and take her by force.’

‘You’ll have to catch us first.’ In a flash, Angela and Emily were gone.


This doesn’t look like Heaven, said Alfred.

‘It’s the supermarket!’ said Emily. ‘I know this place.’

I knew that, said Alfred. But why are we here?

We’re hiding, said Angela. I’ve turned us into living replicas of the real Emily and her mother.

‘We’re alive? I thought you said you couldn’t bring dead people back to life.

Emily isn’t dead and neither is her mother. I’ve just made us into duplicates.

I’m confused. What good will that do?

Damon can trace spirits, but he can’t trace people. As people, we have a much better chance of hiding from him until he gives up and goes away.

What happens if we bump into the real Emily?

We won’t, said Angela. The police took Emily and her mother home after the accident. Emily was so upset.

Just then, a woman and a little girl turned into the aisle ahead of them. ‘Hi, Emily,’ said the little girl, skipping up to Emily. ‘Did you see the dead body out there? Somebody said that a truck hit an old man and squished him all over the road.’

Who’s this horrid creature? asked Alfred.

That’s Cynthia Blatt, Emily’s friend. She’s with her mother.

Hi, Cynthia,’ said Emily. ‘I didn’t see any dead body out there. Was it icky?’

‘I didn’t see much,’ said Cynthia. ‘Mummy dragged me away too soon, but there was blood all over the place. Hey, you wanna come to my place and play for a while? I can show you the costume that mummy bought for my dance recital, and then we can play with my doll’s house.

Oh, no, I can’t,’ said Emily. ‘I’ve gotta ...’

‘That would be lovely, Cynthia,’ said Angela, ‘if it’s OK with your mother.’

Angela! said Alfred. What the blazes are you doing? I don’t want to go with this dreadful child.

I know, but I need to find Damon and make sure that he is out of the way before we can change back to spirits. I’ll be quicker if I don’t have you in tow. As long as you’re with Cynthia, I’ll know where to find you.

Well, don’t be long. I’m going to hate this!

Angela had a few words with Mrs Blatt. She promised to pick Emily up in a little while, and then vanished the moment Mrs Blatt looked away.

‘Goodness me,’ said Mrs Blatt. ‘Your mother disappeared in a hurry, Emily.’

‘She does that a lot,’ said Emily.

When Angela came to get Emily later, she found the two girls playing in Cynthia’s room. Emily had spent the past hour immersed in a pink and purple world of Barbie dolls, unicorns, stuffed bears and plastic tea sets. She was now wearing a tutu, ballet slippers and a tiara.

‘Oh my,’ said Angela. ‘You look so pretty Emily.’

Don’t push it, said Alfred.

‘It’s one of my old outfits,’ said Cynthia. I’m wearing the new one that Mummy bought me for my dance recital.’ She twirled. ‘Do you like it? I’ve been teaching Emily to arabesque. She keeps falling over.’ Cynthia giggled.

My legs are killing me, said Alfred. For pity’s sake, Angela, get me out of here!

‘Yes, well, that’s lovely, Cynthia. Thank you for looking after Emily, but we have to go now,’ said Angela. ‘You’d better change out of Cynthia’s things, Emily. Would you like me to help?’

Keep your freaking hands off me, said Alfred.

‘I can manage, thank you.’ said Emily.

‘Well hurry up, and remember to thank Cynthia’s mother as we leave.’


Ten minutes later, the angel and the little ghost were hurrying down the street looking for all the world like a mother and daughter running late for an appointment.

‘Are we going to Heaven now?’ asked Emily.

‘Not like this,’ replied Angela. ‘We have to change back to spirits first. We need to find a secluded place where we can do that without giving someone a heart attack. There are too many people on the street.

What about Damon? asked Alfred

I couldn’t find him. I’m sure he has gone.

‘There’s an alley across the road,’ said Emily. ‘It looks gloomy inside.’

‘Perfect,’ said Angela. ‘Take my hand—and mind the traffic when we cross the road. If a car should hit you before I change you back to a spirit, it will hurt really bad.’

In the absence of a handy pedestrian crossing, their journey to the other side of the road was fraught with danger. Brakes squealed and horns blared as the pair dodged through speeding traffic. ‘You want to get killed?’ yelled an irate motorist.

‘I’m already dead,’ Emily yelled back to him. ‘We’re off to Heaven now. Isn’t that cool?’ She flashed him a brilliant smile. The startled driver veered off the road and crashed into a wheelie bin, scattering rubbish in all directions. The disturbance allowed Angela and Emily to slip into the alley unobserved. They hadn’t expected the alley to be occupied—but it was.

‘Damon!’ cried Angela.

‘Hah!’ exclaimed Damon.

‘Eek,’ squealed Emily.

Damn, said Alfred.

‘Oh, Damon, please,’ said Angela. ‘Don’t stop me from taking this little girl’s soul to Heaven.’

‘You can keep the little brat, Angela,’ said Damon. ‘I don’t need her soul any more.’

‘You don’t?’

‘No. Some idiot caused a multi-car pile up on the main road a while back. Three dead—three souls. I’ve taken them all. That fills my quota for this month and puts one in the bank for next month.’

‘Were they all sinners?’ asked Angela.

‘Two lawyers and an insurance salesman,’ replied Damon.

‘Good enough,’ said Angela.

‘Cool,’ said Emily. ‘Now we can go to Heaven and I can be Alfred again.’

‘Shut up Emily!

‘Oops. I forgot.’

‘Hah,’ said Damon. ‘I was right all along. I knew it. You’re trying to sneak Alfred into Heaven as a little girl. Now why would you want to do that—unless he really is a sinner?’

‘I’m not sneaking ... well yes, I suppose I am. But only because the Book of Destiny shows Emily as the one who died instead of Alfred. The only way I can get Alfred into Heaven is to pretend that he’s Emily, but he sometimes forgets who he is supposed to be.’

‘He doesn’t deserve you, Angela,’ said Damon. ‘It seems to me that he got you into this mess in the first place. He should have let Emily take the hit. Are you sure you don’t want me to take him off your hands?’

‘Thanks for the offer, Damon. I’m tempted, but ...’

‘I’m right here,’ pouted Emily. ‘I can hear what you are saying.’

‘Well you do make me cross when you forget who you’re supposed to be. We’ll be in big trouble if you do that when we meet the Gate Guardian. Now tell me, who are you?’

‘I’m Alfred pretending to be Emily.’

‘No, that’s what you must not say. You are Emily, and that’s all—at least until you pass through the Pearly Gates. After that, you can be a zebra for all I care.’

‘Could I be a unicorn instead?’ said Emily.

‘Argh!’ said Angela.


Their journey to Heaven was swift. Hand in hand, they soared up through the air without the aid of any craft. Alfred’s unobstructed view of the receding landscape was amazing. He couldn’t remember being so happy. High above the ground, they floated into a fluffy cloud that resolved into a misty tunnel. It sparkled with the light of a million stars and echoed with the distant sound of a celestial choir. Alfred’s euphoria knew no bounds.

They emerged into a landscape that reminded Alfred of sunlit clouds as seen from above. Not far away stood a set of massive gates—the Pearly Gates of Heaven. Words cannot describe the wonders that lay beyond those gates. Until this day, Alfred had never believed that such a place existed.

The old man who sat behind a tall desk was almost entirely concealed beneath his flowing white hair and beard. Upon the desk lay a massive book that looked rather like an old fashioned ledger—the kind they used before they invented computers. That must be the Book of Destiny, thought Alfred. And the old fellow in serious need of a shave and a haircut must be Gee-Gee the Gate Guardian.

‘Welcome, Angela my dear,’ said the Guardian. ‘Ah, I see you have brought us another soul to join our happy community.’ He looked down at Emily. ‘Greetings, my child. My what a pretty girl you are.’

‘Actually, I’m not ...’

Shut up, Emily! Angela exclaimed. When he asks, just tell him your name and don’t say anything else.

Sorry, I ... I forgot. A tear ran down Emily’s cheek. She had been so happy, and now Angela was cross with her again. It wasn’t fair.

Oh, for goodness sake. Stop snivelling like a little girl.

But I am a little girl. That’s what you want me to be, isn’t it?

‘Oh dear me, child,’ said the Guardian. ‘Are those tears I see?’

‘Tears of happiness,’ said Angela.

‘Ah, yes. I can understand that. Now then, who do we have here? What is your name child?


‘EMILY!’ screamed Angela. Emily flinched. The Guardian looked up, startled.

‘Oh,’ said Emily.

Oops, said Alfred.

‘I’m sorry,’ Angela whispered. ‘Her name is Emily—Emily Jones.

‘Emily Jones?’ said the Guardian. ‘Now let me see.’ He ran his finger down the open page of the book. ‘Hmm.’ He ran his finger down the page again, more slowly. ‘There seems to be some mistake, Angela. According to the Book of Destiny, nobody called Emily Jones died today.’

‘What? But that’s impossible,’ cried Angela. ‘I saw her name in the Book.’

‘Wait,’ said the Guardian. ‘I think I see what’s happened. It says here that a gentleman called Alfred Periwinkle died saving the life of one Emily Jones. Emily didn’t die. She was saved.’

‘Oh ... I ... er ...’ said Angela.  

‘You seem to have their names mixed up, Angela. Emily is still alive down on Earth. So who is this girl? And where is Alfred?’

‘I’m Emily,’ said Emily.

‘No you’re not,’ sighed Angela. ‘You are Alfred pretending to be Emily.’

‘You told me not to say that!’

‘Pretending to be Emily?’ said the Guardian. ‘Why in Heaven would you do that?’

‘I’m afraid that’s my fault,’ said Angela. ‘I thought there was a mistake in the Book of Destiny. There wasn’t time for me to come back and check, so I told Alfred that I would have to take him to Heaven as Emily.’

‘Tut-tut, Angela,’ said the Guardian. ‘Such behaviour does not become you, but I can understand your dilemma. You really ought to be more careful. But, in this case, no harm has been done.’

No harm done? exclaimed Alfred. After all the...

Oh shut up, said Angela. I got you here didn’t I?

‘The important thing is, you brought the correct soul back with you,’ said the Guardian, ‘so I shall say no more.’

‘Thank you, Guardian. You are very kind.’

The gates parted. Angela grabbed Emily by the arm and hustled her through.

‘I hate you,’ said Emily as the gates closed behind them.

‘Huh,’ said Angela, ‘there’s gratitude for you. I got you to Heaven didn’t I? I saved you from going to Hell with Damon didn’t I? A word of appreciation would be nice. Well? Do you have anything to say?’

‘Humph!’ Emily put on her angry face, folded her arms, and then turned her back on Angela. Angela said nothing. She said nothing for a very long time. When Emily turned round to face her, Angela was gone.

‘ANGELA! Come back. Please don’t leave me like this. I’m sorry.’ Emily burst into tears.

‘Here, here,’ said the Guardian through the bars of the gate. ‘What’s all this fuss about?’

‘Angela promised that I could be Alfred again when I got into Heaven, but now she’s gone and I’m still Emily.’

‘No you’re not. You are a soul who used to be Alfred. Now that you are here, you can be whatever you imagine yourself to be. Didn’t Angela tell you that?’

‘Oh ... yes.’ Emily brightened. ‘So she did. Cool.’

The Guardian returned to his desk and settled himself into his comfy chair. He looked back through the Pearly Gates, and then smiled when he saw the unicorn cantering off in the distance.

The End

Submitted: November 06, 2019

© Copyright 2022 Vance Currie. All rights reserved.

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Your stories are always so whimsical. Wish I could write something like this.

Wed, November 6th, 2019 2:16pm


Thank you Phoe. I like to escape into whimsy. As often happens to me, I think of a beginning to a story, and then let my imagination take me where it will. I had no idea where this story would go until it got there.

Wed, November 6th, 2019 12:22pm


Well, this is a well-crafted, engrossing story! Amusing and delightful.

Wed, November 6th, 2019 4:37pm


Thank you, Adam. I had to revise this story many times to make it all fit together, but that is what I enjoy doing.

Wed, November 6th, 2019 12:24pm


This was a BRILLIANT read, Joe. Only you could make death quite so amusing!

Wed, November 6th, 2019 9:07pm


Thank you for that enthusiastic comment, Hully.

Wed, November 6th, 2019 2:04pm

Derina Peng

It is a such fun read. I read it without stop this time. The dialogues are funny and they set the tone of the whole story very well. Great use on the puns too.

Sat, November 9th, 2019 12:20pm


Thank you Derina. I am glad you enjoyed it. I hope it didn't give you panda eyes.

Sat, November 9th, 2019 12:19pm

moa rider

Good heavens Joe! Well told. Usianguke

Sat, November 9th, 2019 9:05pm


Thanks for the compliment, Moa. I don't know a lot about heaven so I had to make it up.

Sat, November 9th, 2019 1:49pm

B Douglas Slack

Sorry I'm late to the party, Joe. Nevertheless, this was a thoroughly delightful story. I loved the multiple personality dialogue. I wonder if I can cut a deal like Emily/Alfred. I've always wanted to be a bear. Bears don't care about other peoples problems, just where their next meal is coming from.


Sun, November 24th, 2019 9:39pm


Thank you for giving this story a read, Bill, and for your kind comments. I am glad the multiple personality dialogue worked. Your suggestion of sharing personalities with a bear is interesting. I don't think I could bear to do that.

Sun, November 24th, 2019 3:09pm

B Douglas Slack

At least I wouldn't be bi-Polar.


Mon, November 25th, 2019 3:34pm



Mon, November 25th, 2019 12:02pm


Awesome I enjoyed this very much.

Thu, April 30th, 2020 8:05am


That's good, Niah. Thank you for reading it and commenting.

Thu, April 30th, 2020 1:24am

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