Cyril Rum, angel on sabbatical, loved discovering human traits. As an angel, he was appreciative of such traits but was not experienced in any of them as angels were for the most part exempt of emotion.
Excitement fascinated him as it came with a profound sense of expectation and anticipation and Cyril marvelled at the human capacity to exhibit these qualities.
His neighbour and number one exponent of all things human was the delightful Mildred Thrupp, a single woman of means, and a great confidante to Cyril.
Cyril was often taken aback by Mildred’s enthusiasm for one thing or another. There didn’t seem to be a day go by that Mildred didn’t express some form of excitement. Only yesterday she had come over delighted her favourite afternoon serial was coming back onto her TV. “Dark Days of Whiteness” had been running for years and Mildred had followed the story, lived through the emotional turmoil of the characters and seen their respective children grow up and move on.
Cyril sat and listened to her recount the story in all its convolutions, not following anything she said but taken in by the excitement the program obviously brought to her.
Today she had prefaced her excitement over the serial with the news that her attempt at cooking a sponge cake like her mother did, had paid off handsomely and she placed the finished cake in front of Cyril, with self-satisfaction oozing from her eyes she watched for his reaction.
It was a cake in Cyril’s eyes, a curious mixture of flour, water, sugar and eggs which he’d noticed the humans took great pride in. He nodded at the cake and stated that it looked a great cake. Mildred produced a cake knife and cut a slice for him to taste.
It did give him a wonderful feeling in his mouth. Food wasn’t something he’d had a lot of experience in and the taste of human food was very intriguing to him.
“Delightful,” he said to Mildred as he finished off his slice, “You’ve done wonderfully well, Mildred.”
“Thank you, Cyril,” Mildred gushed, “one of my better efforts. Mother would be very pleased.”
Cyril sat back, watching Mildred basking in the knowledge she had done well. It was obviously important to her, and he was pleased she felt good in herself.
This sense of excitement he found infectious and realised he too was feeling what he assumed must be excitement as he watched his neighbour’s enthusiasm for what Cyril had never considered an aspect of any importance.
Every day, he thought is a learning experience. Excitement makes them feel good, gives them a purpose and that has to be a good thing he thought later. Cyril was fast learning that humans were complicated beings, nothing was simple, the way he imagined it and the more he thought about it, the more he liked the conclusions he had come to.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/tale-weaver-234-1st-august-excitement/
Morpethroad 
We the humans are very excitable. Sharing this traits with cats and dogs!😜
Yes we just can’t help ourselves can we?
Yes! Exciting things excite us. Great Prompt this week
Thanks Sadje.
You’re welcome 😉
Cyril Rum has a problem of being wired differently. Sadje has mentioned cats and dogs – yes, we often wonder what makes them run with moving vehicles or why do their ears get perked up. It is more about anticipation, than the real.
That is true Cyril is very different
I love the idea of an angel on sabbatical 🙂
He’s been on a learning curve the whole time
Yea, I bet. But I’m a little amazed that he doesn’t do emotions. All that praising God, I thought it would swell his innards with wonder and glory and awe.
I think Cyril is somewhat removed from such expectations. If heaven is perfect what need is there of emotion?
I can see where this is going to lead, and I’m not sure of your leanings. So best quit while we’re ahead, yea? 🙂
😉
Welcome back Cyril.
I’ve been neglecting him
I’m sure he understands!
Yessiry we are a complex bunch. I enjoyed your tale 🙂
I always find the excitement of a sponge cake to be overwhelming.
I very much enjoyed your story, Michael. It reminds me of a movie called, “Starman,” with Jeff Bridges as the Starman and Karen Allen as the woman who tries to show him what it is like to be human. One of my favorite movies of all time.