the lingering angel. (sunday photo fiction).

136 12 December 27th 2015Prized possessions are fearful if it comes from a dead soul – it might house the possessor’s soul for his reincarnation. In these left ornaments will his soul linger and follow your steps. I do not deal well with sacred grounds such as this – I know they all shall rest upon the casket of the dead.

As I receive a boxed piece of my Grandfather’s memorabilia from Mayi’s hands, I question all my fears on time treasures. “You are a lucky boy,” Mayi says before she bids her goodbye to my family.

My Mother has his necklace, my Father has his bracelet, and my Sister has his watch. I remember when my Mother said she wanted a ring necklace for her birthday, when my Father said he wanted a lucky charm, and when my Sister said she adored my Grandfather’s vintage watch.

Why did I receive a ceramic block with Chinese characters imprinted?

“I just don’t understand – this and the reason why this.” My Mother kneels before me and inspects the letterings. Eventually, a smile fleets upon my Mother’s lips and it rises my confusion.

“Guardian Angels exist, it says.” My Mother pats my head before she dons my Grandfather’s necklace.


WORD COUNT: 200

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