Friday, 8 August 2014

Shoot the messenger

‘Are you an angel?’ the President asked as I passed through the high balcony’s door. The religious ones are often swift to get the message, swift at drawing their conclusions and swifter still at departing from them. 
‘As a matter of fact sir, I am,’ I replied. ‘I am an angel in both the figurative sense of my mission and also in the literal sense: being the Greek for “messenger”. The world’s religions all tell of many kinds of angel.’
‘Well, which kind are you?’

‘I am the kind which in English is most commonly associated with the word “of”.’ 

5 comments:

ganymeder said...

Of....what?

Sonia Lal said...

huh? Of what? I don't understand. :(

Helen A. Howell said...

I'm afraid I have to join the queue in the line and echo " of...... what?"

AB Singer said...

Well, take your pick.
Death.
The Lord.
Hell.
The Apocalypse.
Who or what would send a self-proclaimed angel into a president's room through a high balcony anyway?

My point is, alas, rather blunt this week. Or moot. :-(

Jon Jefferson said...

I vote for angel of fluffy kittens to cuddle. Is that a choice?