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.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/03/12/wordle-187/
Morpethroad 
hmmm, I am of two minds. Perhaps she has secret feelings for the butcher or …. she doesn’t know Cyril is an angel and he listens to her — do you know how sexy someone listening is … Maybe she is hoping to make Cyril a tad jealous. Poor lad, he is merely puzzled.
Mildred is an eccentric older lady who does know of Cyril’s origins but keeps his secret as much as it puzzles her.
Love that opening line! What a piece of work, Mildred is. Great fun reading MIchael
Thanks so much Yves, Cyril is always fun to write.
I’m glad you brought Cyril back.
Thanks James, he’s a bit of fun for me too.
lol great take on the prompt! I thought she might be hankering after Cyril and checking out his reaction to other men finding her attractive …
Cyril being an angel finds all this attraction and sexuality a mystery so he tends to listen a lot and try to understand. I think Mildred may fancy him but he is a mystery to her as well.
lovely … I wait to see these two evolve!
Me too. There are other Cyril stories on my blog that might shed some light on him for you.
lol too little time for the reading I’m doing now, but appreciate the heads up.
I’ve not been wordling for a while so I’m delighted to see that Cyril is still around, Michael! As a veggie, I wouldn’t appreciate the butcher making a pass at me, even at my age! I love the way you’ve described Cyril’s bewilderment!
Thanks Kim I appreciate your comment
Mildred is delusional …lol…Oh well, to each his own
You may be right but with an angel living next door that probably contributes to it all.
How do you mean?
Mildred knows about Cyril’s angelic qualities and knows he doesn’t have any ambitions towards her despite how I think she feels about him.
I see! 🙂
kaykuala
To Cyril any thought of Mildred
dressed in any sort of scanty way
found him curling his lip in further puzzlement
Perhaps one can allow a lady having high regards for herself without causing harm to others. Great story line Michael!
Hank