((A story because so often I make mistakes and say things I shouldn’t say … and sometimes there’s no way to take them back and edit them to make them sound better, or explain what I really meant.
And because this picture from Facebook made a good writing prompt!))
My guardian angel hangs her head in shame. She despairs of me and weeps silent precious tears.
Meanwhile I look down at the ground shuffling dead leaves at my feet.
It is always autumn when I am brought here, with a chill in the air, a foreboding sense of imminent winter bringing death and decay.
I shudder, aware that once again I have mucked up.
In my own mind on a grand scale and merely saying “I’m sorry!” doesn’t begin to cover it.
I strongly believe in the power and magic of words yet I misinterpret the wisdom of others and in return speak the cruellest words to the kindest of people seemingly without a second thought.
“Do I get another go? “ I ask tentatively, longing to make amends.
I’ve lost track of the number of chances I’ve used up but while my angel still weeps over me I know all is not lost.
As she lifts her head I look deeply into her eyes filled with compassion and love.
She nods smiling weakly. Leaning forward I catch a few perfect teardrops as they fall.
My chance of redemption captured in their sorrow.
I can try again, somewhere new, a different place and perhaps this time no one will get hurt. I will keep my sharp words hidden and sprinkle all my comments with love.
Perhaps next time I won’t get hurt – although that might be one wish too much to ask for.
Swallowing my tears I start again.
(250 words )