possibilities in pink

94 01 January 4th 2015

The package came on a dreary, sleety Saturday.

Underneath layers of brown paper held in place by miles of environmentally-friendly twine was a small box.

I took the lid off. Nestled inside was a tiny pink angel carved from rhondochrosite. Curiouser and curiouser.

I call her my guardian angel in pink. She sits on a shelf in my workspace.

I had tettered and swayed at the edge of the abyss. All seemed darkness and futility. I’d lost my spirit, my spark.

Then the tiny pink angel arrived.

What was dark is now bright. Flowers in glass bottle vases. Stained glass window prism-shadows form patterns on the floor. I dance to invisible music. She is my creativity; her image in my art, poems, and stories.

Whoever sent the tiny pink angel to me, probably saved my life. Thank you.

I know someone who is really hurting. Would you mind if I anonymously mailed the guardian angel in pink to her?

 

Written for the first Sunday Photo Fiction of 2015.

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filbert and the big bang

93 12 December 28th 2014

It really wasn’t Filbert’s fault. He was only doing his usual work down in the  lab.

Filbert hadn’t left level 13.5 for the outside in about 2 years. That time was a disaster. In charge of the cleanup, I paid off witnesses; disposed of bodies; leaked false information.

So, I was supposed to make sure that Filbert never got any closer to outside that level 4.5. The Board felt any damage he did would remain within the underground complex.

Why the h**l Filbert isn’t disposed of? Filbert is indispensible in these unsettled days: civil wars; rebellions; revolts; terrorism; racial/ethic/religious deadly disputes; genocides.

Filbert had special talents utilized by the Board to intervene with the war machine. He could bring any army, guerilla group, terrorist cell to a standstill. Filbert could stop time. Not all time. Just enough time to dismantle missile launchers; turn bullets to blanks; AK47s to BB guns, etc..

Unfortunately, the Board, given the growing number of conflicts, pushed Filbert a bit too much. One day, he just blew up. Straight through 13.5 levels of concrete and rebar.

Everyone commented on how spectacular the fireworks were this year. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Inspired by another of Al’s spectacular photographs for Sunday Photo Fiction.

Thank you, Al, for challenging me on Sundays! Gives my creative mind a good work out!

Here’s to more great photo fiction in 2015!