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Posted in Uncategorized by erdaron on August 20, 2010


I’ve forgotten how much I miss him.


Two angels stood at the edge of deserted parking lot, unseen. A homeless man with long, dirty blond hair was sleeping on a piece of cardboard near them, tightly hugging a guitar. It was freezing.

“Should we pick him up?” Asked one of the angels.

“Can’t interfere with his work,” said the other.

Time passed in silence. A few people walked down the street, on the far side of the parking lot. None of them looked toward the homeless man. A police car slowly rolled by, but the officers didn’t want to leave its comfort and warmth and simply drove on.

The man finally stirred. His bleary blue eyes aimlessly scanned the space for a couple of minutes before finally focusing on something. This brought him back to reality. The filthy green sweater did little to keep him warm and he started to shiver. He slowly brought his eyes toward the neck of the guitar, stroked its strings with stiff, calloused fingers. Pulled it closer. Touched his forehead against the wood.

A few minutes later, he was finally on his feet and staggering toward the street. Passerbies recoiled. The angels followed.

“What now?”

“He’s off to do his miracles.”

“What do we do?”

“We watch. And we remember.”

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