20071213

Peak Time Delay

by Rachel Green

As I hurry through the parking lot intent upon reaching the ticket office, and therefore the train, before the departure time an unexpected compliment stops me in my tracks. "You are as beautiful as the autumn rain and I will possess you for eternity.” I turn and look for the speaker, the heel of my shoe protesting against the cobbled surface that leads to the building. It was a soft voice, rich with the lilt of Arabia like a soft breeze against the stubborn dunes of my self-awareness but its origin eludes me. Only a thrush notes my puzzlement, tilting its head against the breeze rocking the pumpkin coloured leaves from the overhanging chestnut. I shake my head, purchase my ticket and hurry down the stairs to the platform where my heels twists off in an act of final rebellion, pitching me off the platform in front of the 18:24 to Paddington and the feet of my new master, the djellebah-clad Azrael, angel of death.

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Rachel Green is an English woman who spends far too much time writing about demons.

11 comments:

Bob Clay said...

In the dark, there is only darkness. I like this story.

Madam Z said...

I like this story too, but it's scarey! I'm going to the shoe repairman right now, to get my loose heels fixed.

Ian said...

Loved this! All sensible women wear flatties for just this reason.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Glad you enjoyed it, folks. I'll stick to wearing my Docs, I think.

Joe said...

What a great story, mysterious and brooding in its narrative and a great ending! Brilliant.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thanks Joe. I'm very pleased you found it engaging.

Stephanie said...

It's the snap at the end that does it. A fabulous story from the word go.

spacedlaw said...

I just love the haunting side of this story.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you kindly :)

Catherine Edmunds said...

Wonderful. I will now forever think of Azrael as Rudolph Valentino.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thanks Catherine :)