This week’s words: Cyan (Greenish – blue) Mumble Tragedy Vaunt (verb) to boast or brag Paraffin (noun) a white or colorless, tasteless, odorless, water-insoluble, solid substance not easily acted upon by reagents, consisting of a mixture of hydrocarbons chiefly of the alkane series, obtained from crude petroleum: used in candles, for forming preservative coatings and seals, for waterproofing paper, etc. Nod Asleep Faucet Scantily Koi no Yokan (Japanese) The sense one can have upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love. Differs from “love at first sight” as it does not imply that the feeling of love exists, only the knowledge that a future love is inevitable. Tradition Gradual
Cyril Rum, Angel on sabbatical, was woken by the sound of his back door being treated with a profound sense of urgency.
He’d been asleep, well as asleep as an angel could be, after all as he didn’t need sleep, he tended to see it as an unfortunate interruption to most things.
Cyril who had up until his sojourn to earth spent his eternity at the right hand of God and was now taking a well-earned respite from his divine duties.
He aimed to study human kind and see if he could make heads or tails of it.
He found at his door his neighbour Mildred Thrup from whom he had already learned a lot about human nature.
Mildred looked her agitated self and was mumbling under her breath something Cyril was unable to decipher.
Mildred, Cyril had discovered was very much a traditionalist and saw most things as they should happen as opposed to what actually happened.
Cyril had learned that when Mildred was worked up over something it was best to let her settle gradually before you pushed her for the answers you wanted.
“There’s been a tragedy,” she gasped, “I was down at the butcher’s buying a kilo of sausages when Alfred the butcher made a pass at me. I had on my cyan dress, you know the one with the red flowers and I have to say never have I been put in such a position. The butcher of all people making a pass at me.”
Cyril could see Mildred was agitated and made her sit down as he brewed some tea.
“I’m a well beyond middle-aged woman, in my day I had my share of suitors, but I don’t want to vaunt my attractiveness, but I did turn a few heads.
But Alfred is not someone I have ever looked twice at. You know he slicks his hair back with paraffin? Greasy is what I call it.”
Cyril was listening to this, and as he turned off the faucet he heard Mildred say, “it’s not as if some sort of Koi no Yokan moment is going to happen is it? I’m not likely to wake in the middle of the night feeling horny for Alfred now am I? We might nod to each other on the street, but nothing has ever happened beyond that. I’m beginning to think when he sees me he imagines me scantily dressed and ready for the picking. But I put him in his place let me tell you.”
“I’m sure you did,” replied Cyril puzzled over what all the fuss was about. Angels didn’t have sexual urges or desires of a physical kind so to him Mildred’s concerns were all new.
To Cyril any thought of Mildred dressed in any sort of scanty way found him curling his lip in further puzzlement.