The prompt this week for the #WOW555 contest is “write about what comes out of the shadows when the world outside goes quiet.” So, I didn’t focus a lot on the quiet part, but I did try to take a different look at the shadows. Perhaps you can relate..
Jose hated walking home at night. Ever since he was young he had feared the shadows. He knew there was something lurking in the shadows, watching him, just waiting to spring. He looked back, thinking he had seen something move in the alleyway that he just passed. Nothing was moving. He stared into the dark, willing whatever spirit or force that might be hiding to come out.
His gaze was interrupted by the clash of the trash can and the grunt of the man who had tripped over it. Jose pivoted to take in the scene. He saw him sprawled on the ground. He began stooping to help the poor guy when his heart stopped. He saw the knife just a foot away from the bad guy. He hadn’t heard the clatter because the trash can had drowned it out. He kicked the knife back towards the direction he had come and sprinted towards home. He didn’t want to be around when would be thief got up.
“It’s funny, isn’t it Clarence,” a voice from the shadows whispered.
Clarence nodded. “Yes Joseph, it is,” he replied. “Why can’t I just let him know?”
“You know the rules,” Joseph said.
Clarence nodded. Not that anyone but Joseph could see him. Jose seemed more adept than most at recognizing some sort of presence. Still they lurked in the shadows because sometimes children walked along with their parents and children were more likely to see them.
Clarence looked down at the would-be mugger who was getting up. He rubbed his shin and looked back at the trash can like he was trying to figure out how it had moved. He shook his head, grabbed his knife, and stuffed it in his pants. Then he slithered back into the shadows awaiting his next opportunity.
Clarence looked through the mugger at Joseph and raised an eyebrow.
“No! There are rules!” Joseph admonished him. “Now, follow Jose and protect him!”
Clarence looked up at some boxes on the fire escape wistfully and sighed. Then he flitted through the shadows to catch up to his charge. “I guess it’s true that keeping up with him is a full time job,” he sighed as he caught up to Jose and caused him to stumble.
Jose caught himself in the stumble and finally stopped running to take a breath. The car whizzing down the street paid no attention to the stop sign that would have prevented him from running into Jose. Jose’s eyes widened in fear; then he wiped his brow and chuckled. “My guardian angel must be working overtime tonight!” He looked carefully and crossed the street and headed home.
Clarence looked at Joseph and raised his eyebrows.
“No, Clarence, you still don’t get time and a half.” Then, Joseph laughed. “You did ok. Watch over him tonight on your own. I have a few new G.A.s to train.”
Anyone else think their Guardian Angel must be working overtime to keep you safe?