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Fallen Angel

by on October 28, 2013

This story was written for Trifecta’s weekly prompt, which was to use the word “boo”: (verb) to show dislike or disapproval of someone or something by shouting “Boo” slowly.”  It’s also another chapter in Constance’s Story. Enjoy!

A soft yellow glow surrounded Constance as she concluded her thoughtful advice. “And so, Mr. Linderman, that’s why you need to go home and spend time with your daughter. Because she loves you. Really.”

“You’re right,” sniffled Mr. Linderman. “I’ll leave right now. This moment!”

“You do that,” Constance said, beaming. Mr. Linderman slammed shut his briefcase and dashed out of his office, making a beeline for the elevators. Left alone, Constance couldn’t resist taking a spin in Linderman’s very comfortable chair. This angel stuff wasn’t so bad.

Then she heard a distant sound, coming from outside. It didn’t sound like a shriek of distress, or a wail of horror. It was…a boo?

Constance opened the office window and looked out. On the rooftop of the building across the street, a man about her age stood, having just finished a particularly loud boo.

Constance was aghast. “Did you just….did you just boo me? You did not just boo me!”

“Yeah,” he called, “I did just boo ya, cupcake. So whatcha gonna do about it?”

“Cupcake?” Now she was positively offended. “I’m an angel, you twithead! Angel! I have a halo!”

The man offered an extremely impolite suggestion as to what she could do with said halo.

“Okay, buster, you asked for it!” Constance leaped out the window and launched herself across the street. About halfway across she suddenly recalled that she hadn’t earned her wings yet. She plummeted towards the ground, flailing madly and wishing she had just closed the window and ignored her heckler. She didn’t even know that angels had hecklers. This hadn’t come up in training. Now the ground was approaching awfully fast and-

Miraculously, a truck containing a load of soft kitty litter came by at that exact moment. She landed squarely in it, unharmed, but terribly humiliated. The boos above changed to mocking laughter. She glared up at the rooftop, but all that remained was a puff of oily smoke, and a smell of sulphur.

  1. This is great. I laughed as I read it. Great story.

  2. Ah ,a evil of a heckler that;-)Good she learnt her lesson-not to be hasty in reacting;-) Loved it:-)

  3. *Devil not evil

  4. pratibha permalink

    This is hilarious. Thanks for a good laugh.

  5. Kir Piccini permalink

    Angels have hecklers…there is always someone taking away your joy isn’t there?

    it was fun and moved quickly, it was a great piece.

  6. An angel heckler…who knew!? Loved Constance’s voice: a little temper and a lot of spirit!

  7. Now this is quite clever. It was a fun read.

  8. So the devil made her do it. At least kitty litter saved the day 🙂

  9. This was awesome.

  10. KymmInBarcelona permalink

    Hahaha Poor Constance seems destined to pass eternity falling down to earth. Again and again. Love the heckler. Most excellent way to use ‘boo’!

  11. I’ve got a feeling that sulphur smell is going to appear again… Nice write! Thanks for linking up!

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