Alice's Tears

The sound of the violin made Alice cry.  It had been so long since tears of sadness touched her cheeks.  It came out of nowhere really…just sitting at a window table in a small diner…cars moving past in slow motion, ceiling fan silently turning, a plate being put in the kitchen sink, and the music.  She was in that state of mind where thoughts pass through unattached to pleasure or pain…just passing through like a cloud in the midnight sky.  She was thinking about kindergarten photos, walking in the grass barefoot, sitting in Joey's treehouse, hiding in her closet when Daddy was mad, and holding her sister's baby for the first time.  Just then a Bluejay flew into an open window at the other end of the diner.  It needed help.

Angel

The angel stretched out here hand and stroked the hair of the sad little girl.  Compassionate to the end, this was the angel's first assignment.  The angels name was Elizabeth.  She only arrived two weeks earlier and found it hard to comprehend being back in the world, but as a completely different being.  The world seemed so different now, slower paced, quieter, and almost surreal, like a Monet painting.  She thought that she would yearn to be back to her former life, but that emotion was not necessary.  In fact, she now understood the meaning of life to an extent that no mortal could grasp.  Elizabeth drew close to the little girl and wrapped her angel wings around her and let her cheek rest on the top of the little girls head, as she listened to the sad little girl pleaded with her mothers "mommy, give me some money, I want to buy a Coke, come on.  No dear, Please just go over to the water fountain, no, water is terrible, it makes me feel sick, and water has not taste, and its gross (stamping feet), and I want a coke so give me some money.  No honey, just go have a drink of water, we have to board the plane in a minute, no, I don’t want water, I hate you , I hate you, You never give me what I want, I don’t want water, Elizabeth was clueless, she opened her angel instruction manual.  

Because

The static from the radio drowns out the tiny voice saying, “I hope all your dreams come true”.  I was waiting for some sort of a sign and I missed it because I had problems hearing because I played music too loud when I was young because it felt better that way because I really needed to feel better because my heart hurt so bad because I had no outlet for my anger because society frowns on anger because it makes people uncomfortable and twitchy.  Now I don’t want to judge society as a whole because I have no right to do that because I really can’t form strong opinions in my mind because I’m not very smart because I didn’t study enough when I was young because I spent too much time listening to music because music stopped the pain in my heart caused by all my anger.

By the way

Big boy spilled his milk and big daddy frowned and walked out of the room.  Hot mama grabbed a rag and set little angel on the floor.  Crybaby woke up from his nap and crawled across the room to play with on the neighborhood bullies toy guns.  At the exact same time the rowdy kids next door took out a Sabbath CD and cranked the volume to 125 decibels which didn't bother the deaf kid, but it really messed the mind of the two burnouts who jut got back from school where they were goofing on the jocks, that is until the prom queen made an appearance and distracted everyone's attention except for the real cool kids, because they have a real cool club on the other side of town, where the real cool kids like to hand around, and talk bad about the other kids.  Yeah, it’s a real cool club and you're not part of it.