Minor annoyances

Happy hump day!

This is three days in a row! I really think I might be able to keep this up.

Today’s prompt is a new one from Our Write Side – Out of Context. I need to get out of writing small bursts and slowly get back into slightly longer pieces. This one will be 700 words.

Here goes!


“Jerk it a little bit, maybe that’ll help.” Max gives their advice with a quiet chuckle. I glare at them, but give it a shot anyway.

It doesn’t help. The stupid mailbox refuses to open even though I’ve entered the combination at least fifteen times by now. I’m ready to punch through it. Only the fact that I’m surrounded by regular people in the dorm’s lobby stops me from ripping the damn thing out of the wall.

“It’s not like you’re going to actually get mail, though, right?”

I don’t dignify that with a response, opting to grab my backpack off the ground and walk away. It’s been a whole week so far since starting school and, though I know Max isn’t trying to ruin my life, I do know they’re enjoying every minute of my general discomfort and unease.

“Don’t you have more important things to do than revel in my misery?” I catch them off guard with my question. When they don’t respond right away, I look over in time to see the sincere confusion in their eyes. “What?”

“I’m not. Reveling. I don’t enjoy watching you suffer.” They say that like they’re offended I even though it.

“You have a funny way of showing it.”

We walk the rest of the way to the cafeteria in silence, and for a fleeting moment I wonder if I really offended them. Then I realize I don’t actually care about offending an angel and decide I’m going to enjoy my breakfast despite them.

Angels don’t eat – and I suppose I don’t need to either – but they always grab a plate with me. This time Max grabbed some pancakes, setting them on the table between us before speaking up again.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know if I’ve apologized for all of this yet.” They look down at my food – scrambled eggs and some bacon – before continuing, “And I don’t mean to upset you. To be honest I’m so used to being around angels and demons that I forget you’re not like us. You view the world…differently.” That’s an understatement, but I appreciate the effort.

“Thanks, I guess.” I take a bite of the scrambled eggs. “So seriously, don’t you actually have more important things to do? I don’t understand why you have to follow me around.”

“Normally I would, but I’ve been given special orders to keep an eye on you. Like I said, I could watch you from afar, but I didn’t think you’d like that.”

“And why do you have to watch me?”

“Because no one has ever been in your position before, Paola. You’re unique, and none of us really know the ramifications of your condition. Plus we don’t want you falling into the wrong hands.”

“And killing that witch was worth this?”

I don’t even ask Max before reaching over and grabbing their pancakes.

“Yes. Lucifer messed up bad with that one – desperate times, desperate measures.” They lean back in their seat, crossing their arms. “And so here we are.”

I consider their words over the pancakes. “So what kind of wrong hands could I fall into?”

“Demons, witches, the usual.”

“But Marcus and Videl didn’t seem that bad?”

“Lucifer does a good job of keeping his demons in check for the most part. Doesn’t mean there aren’t a few rebels out there. Even some angels might have it out for you.”

“Wouldn’t that have happened by now?”

“Nope. You’re a very well-guarded secret. As far as demons go, only Marcus and Videl know about you. Lucifer and I are the only angels.”

“Oh.” I’m not sure what to think about that. Does it even make a difference? Not like anyone can actually kill me.

“Oh indeed.” They stretch for a second before leaning forward again. “So in an effort to keep you a secret, I have to keep an eye on you.”

“Wouldn’t others notice that you’re hanging around me so much?”

“Nah. Angels follow humans around all the time. We hardly ever pay each other’s charges much mind.”

The rest of the meal is almost comfortable. I doubt I’ll ever really be able to relax again, though. Despite my immortality, I’m still in danger.


That took longer than I thought (definitely not under my 15 minute mark), but yay for progress! Character development! Maybe an inkling of a plot?

As always, think happy thoughts!


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