Short Story – Karma Sucks
Have you ever debated Christian philosophy? Or to be more exact, the existence of Angels? Yes, I’m talking about those heavenly beings with pure white wings and (supposedly) pure white souls. According to the Bible, no man can become one and no Angel truly knows man… Though you may be thinking ‘religious nutter’ right now, don’t get me wrong; I’ve never been a proper Christian; more an agnostic-leaning-towards-an-unclassified-theist. You wouldn’t guess, considering I can see them… the Angels, that is. No, I’m not lying and yes, though I often question my sanity, I have been assured by many that my mind is relatively whole.
You’d assume that being able to see the clearly divine would make me a hard-fast believer, but it didn’t. You see, growing up with the ‘ability’ to see what shouldn’t be seen, has also opened up my mind to think what shouldn’t be thought in a no-nonsense Catholic family like mine. I keep it all to myself, of course. After the first ten years of my life were filled with angered disbelief from both my parents and my older sister, I learned discretion in both my ‘blasphemous’ thoughts and my ability.
Now, at the age of sixteen, on those rare days when I spot one of the magnificent winged beings, maybe in the mall, maybe in the high street, I don’t even blink. I continue to walk as if blind, the pure white of their wings a stain on my peripheral vision. What else can I do?
This is the story of how one particular Angel couldn’t help but catch my eye.