Brigit's Flame - January 2009 - Week 1
Hello, and Happy New Year!
brigits_flame is back!
I logged in to drop out. Yet, somehow the nice reminder from the mods I found in my inbox urged me to keep trying. I like to honor my commitments so I wrote something. I wish I had more time. Thanks for reading.
This week's topic is ANGELS.
At the sight of the heavy clouds in the snowy sky, Angel shivered. The thought of a hot cup of coffee and the feeling quickly vanished.
Quietly, Angel headed for the kitchenette on the opposite side of the immense open space. No greetings, no smiles, only shadows of colleagues yawning and shaking - the office was freezing - after a long walk past standardized desks, finally the Promised Land. Clasped in a gloved hand, a white mug with the name Angel written in bold calligraphic letters impatiently awaited the black hot beverage, and the lips of its owner. It would wait.
Stuck on the coffee pot was a white post-it, “We cannot afford coffee anymore. Drink milk!”
In the cold whiteness of the office, the screens dazzling light drew attention to anyone who entered. From the central room, they could witness the troubles of the twenty-first century. It was only the ninth day of the year 2009 and yet hope had never been so faint.
Clocks displayed current local times around the hottest places of the world above the TV screens broadcasting in live. Whichever countries the reporters came from, they all wore a similar sad expression, evidently, announcing bad news did not call for nothing else. There was no sound but the images were enough. It was all about terror, anger, sadness: conflicts in the Middle East, earthquakes in Asia, and tornadoes in Africa. Journalists discussed layoffs and the rocketing unemployment rate due to the financial crisis. Parents prompted an abductor to bring back their baby, while a family mourned their relatives killed in a hit-and-run accident.
All these poor people dying, suffering, Angel couldn't take it anymore. "This is useless!" Such an unexpected overwhelming feeling of helplessness mixed with despair would have anyone flinch.
“Angel? Are you coming? The Boss is here!” somebody said. Encircled by a fog of tears, Angel nodded, and after a last glance at the electric rays of light headed for the conference room to attend the meeting.
Another monotonous morning saw the light in Heaven as the Angels gathered around God for the daily distribution of missions.
THE END
brigits_flame is back!
I logged in to drop out. Yet, somehow the nice reminder from the mods I found in my inbox urged me to keep trying. I like to honor my commitments so I wrote something. I wish I had more time. Thanks for reading.
This week's topic is ANGELS.
At the sight of the heavy clouds in the snowy sky, Angel shivered. The thought of a hot cup of coffee and the feeling quickly vanished.
Quietly, Angel headed for the kitchenette on the opposite side of the immense open space. No greetings, no smiles, only shadows of colleagues yawning and shaking - the office was freezing - after a long walk past standardized desks, finally the Promised Land. Clasped in a gloved hand, a white mug with the name Angel written in bold calligraphic letters impatiently awaited the black hot beverage, and the lips of its owner. It would wait.
Stuck on the coffee pot was a white post-it, “We cannot afford coffee anymore. Drink milk!”
In the cold whiteness of the office, the screens dazzling light drew attention to anyone who entered. From the central room, they could witness the troubles of the twenty-first century. It was only the ninth day of the year 2009 and yet hope had never been so faint.
Clocks displayed current local times around the hottest places of the world above the TV screens broadcasting in live. Whichever countries the reporters came from, they all wore a similar sad expression, evidently, announcing bad news did not call for nothing else. There was no sound but the images were enough. It was all about terror, anger, sadness: conflicts in the Middle East, earthquakes in Asia, and tornadoes in Africa. Journalists discussed layoffs and the rocketing unemployment rate due to the financial crisis. Parents prompted an abductor to bring back their baby, while a family mourned their relatives killed in a hit-and-run accident.
All these poor people dying, suffering, Angel couldn't take it anymore. "This is useless!" Such an unexpected overwhelming feeling of helplessness mixed with despair would have anyone flinch.
“Angel? Are you coming? The Boss is here!” somebody said. Encircled by a fog of tears, Angel nodded, and after a last glance at the electric rays of light headed for the conference room to attend the meeting.
Another monotonous morning saw the light in Heaven as the Angels gathered around God for the daily distribution of missions.
THE END