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Beneath the Pale Streetlight

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She stood alone in the rain, angel wings attached, no umbrella in hand, beneath the pale streetlight. Ignoring each passing car and the rare pedestrian’s offer of help. She wasn’t sure if she needed help. She wasn’t sure why she was there. A small puddle had developed to her left. Her inner child screamed for her to jump and splash the next lonely soul to pass her by. She was certain they’d laugh. Perhaps they’d find a puddle themselves and pay it forward. But as the rain beat down, each drop pelted her with a bigger dose of reality than the last. She was surer now that were she to splash someone, they’d yell and call her a fool. Oh, how she longed to be a fool, but a fool in the rain is no fool she thought. No, the bitter hearts that would hold her back, those were the true fools. She merely was. She existed. This much she knew. But why was she here, in this spot, in this moment? What had brought her out into the rain? She did not have the answers to those particular questions.

At that moment she noticed a small cat, malnourished and soaking wet crossing the street. She felt a terrible pang in her stomach, though she herself was soaked to the bone, she felt worse for this poor animal. Was it empathy or was it pity? She was out here by choice, though still unaware as to why she made that choice; it was her choice. This poor animal had been abandoned and left to fend for itself, and that was a pain that felt familiar to her. Was that why she had come to this lamppost? Had she been abandoned here? Loneliness seemed to feel like home. Home felt incomplete. Impossible, she thought, who in their right mind would abandon an angel?

She kicked the base of the streetlight with her pink rubber boots. Were lightening to strike she knew her boots would keep her grounded and safe. She flapped her wings. Nothing. Perhaps she was not an angel but a butterfly instead. She remembered reading that once wet or touched, a butterfly’s wings became flightless. Maybe she was a moth. It seemed fitting that she had been drawn to this light, as dim as it may be. She did not know. She only knew her wings did not want to work. Hoping it a temporary situation she looked out across the street.

There stood a boy about the same age, beneath a streetlight, no umbrella in hand, angel wings attached. Suddenly she knew why she was there. She hadn’t been abandoned. She wasn’t alone. Home wasn’t empty. She kept her glance steadily on the boy, just waiting for him to glance up. He did, and when he did, she saw a smile that she was certain would stop the rain in its place. As cliché as it might have been, she hoped it would, and that a rainbow as bright as the sun itself would illuminate the sky. She stood there a moment longer, and when the boy began to walk towards her; she began to walk towards him. It was clear they had both spotted the same puddle in the middle of the empty street. The slow steady walk turned to a brisk pace, turned to an all out sprint; it was a race to see who would claim the glory of first splash.

They arrived at the puddle at the same time and both stopped. Looking directly into the eyes of one another, an agreement was reached with a smile. They leaped at the same time, coming down as fast and strong as possible. The splash that occurred seemed a splash from a puddle at least ten times the size. They laughed. They smiled. They felt they’d found something the world could never steal. The world would never even know or understand how important it was. Oh they were fools, but not the sort of sad fools who’d shun this act of childlike glee. Hand in hand, wing in wing; they walked. The rain had stopped, but they secretly hoped it would begin again. Longing for bigger puddles, they’d found what they were searching for without ever knowing they were looking; all beneath a pale streetlight.

***Courtesy Jenna Gregory http://www.eyecreatures.com***


Written by josiahh

July 5, 2012 at 5:25 PM

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  1. Good stuff dude. Keep ’em coming 🙂


    July 5, 2012 at 11:38 PM

  2. Another delightful story…

    Daphne Olivia Marechal de Carteret

    October 15, 2012 at 6:08 AM

  3. i though that was a lovely story. You always have to look at the big picture and stay full of wonder.

    mary Ratensperger

    October 25, 2012 at 2:19 PM

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