Angels in California
Pt. 2
I watched the bloody man crawl over to his cell phone. I wished I could shed some light on him so he could see better. But there was no one to turn me on but him, so all I could do was simply watch and hope. Hope as only inanimate objects can hope, for the man to make it before he lost life completely. Where had his brother gone off to in such a rush several hours before? Hopefully not far. I could almost hear the man's cries of angst, so much pain and desperation. I wished I could do…
…something but after all I am only a lamp. I almost felt bad for the floor, when all this was over there'd be so much blood to clean up. It was when the man went still that another man popped up into the room. Without myself on I could hardly see much, except that he looked like he had wings. Words were spoken that I could not understand, but I could tell this winged man really cared about the dying one, he was cradling him. When the brother came home later that night, I wondered why lamps could not speak.
FIN