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The Spirit of Fear
by Julie Michaelson
02/08/12
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I waited
patiently
for
the Lord;
and
He inclined
unto me,
and heard
my cry.
[Psalms 40:1]
********************
Time: Present Day.
Place: Someplace,
across the street
from a small house,
on Earth.
Characters: Jo'ach the
Limping Angel.
God, The Father [Gruff Voice].
___________________________________
[The Father is gazing down on a small angel,
who is crouching timidly behind an overgrown bush
on a little quiet street on Earth.]
[GRUFF VOICE.]
"Jo'ach,
what are you
DOING?"

(The angel squints up;
his wooden cane is lying on the
grass in the shadow of his small,
winged figure.)
"NOTHIN'."

[GRUFF VOICE.]
"Is that where
you are SUPPOSED
to be?"

(The little angel looks up; his small
shoulders seemed weighed down with
his off-center, gray, frail wings.)
"Uh, uh."

[GRUFF SIGH.]
"And, where are
you supposed to be,
Jo'ach?"

(The little angel,
who is still crouching in the weedy grass,
points a little finger at a small,
badly painted house across the street.)
"Over.......
.....THERE."

[GRUFF VOICE.]
"And,
why aren't
you THERE?"

(The little angel looks up, again. He crouches
even further behind the scrubby bush. A bee
buzzes over, and sits on his nose.)
"CUZ'."

[PATIENT SIGH.]
"Cuz,
WHAT."

(The little angel cups a small hand around his mouth. The bee, a big bumble bee speckled with tiny flecks of yellow dandelion fuzz, is still sitting on his nose. The angel whispers up at the cloudy sky.)
"Cuz, there's a DEMON
over THERE! He's right
THERE: in front of the
HOUSE!"

[PATIENT NOD.]
[GRUFF VOICE.]
"Hm,
hm.
I SEE him."

(The angel's frightened face
stares up at the cloudy sky.)
"But, he's BIG!
No WAY, I'm gonna
get PAST.....him!"

[GRUFF VOICE.]
"Didn't I give you
an ASSIGNMENT,
Jo'ach?"

(The angel squints; he sniffs at
the heavily scented Earth air. It
smells like weeds and dandelions.)
"Yeah!
Yes, LORD!
But.....EVERY time
I try to DO somethin',
down here, on EARTH..........
that same DEMON
comes after me!"

[PATIENT NOD.]
"How many times
have I sent you on
this ASSIGNMENT,
Jo'ach?"

(The angel scratches his bare left foot.
An ant is crawling over his big toe.)
"Uh."
(The angel blows at the bumble bee on
his nose. The bee doesn't move.)
"I think........SIX?"

"ELEVEN."
[PATIENT FROWN.]
"And,
what has happened,
each TIME?"

(The little angel squints
up at the sky. He reaches up to gently pat
one of the bee's plump wings.)
"I got SCARED...
and flew... HOME...?"

[NOD.]
"And,
what HAPPENED?"

"I had to come to
the De-BRIEFING ROOM?
And,
sit down.......
and EXPLAIN?"

[NOD.]
"And,
what happened
after THAT."

"I got....
sent BACK?"

[NOD.]
[PATIENT VOICE.]
"This is Try Number TWELVE,
Jo'ach."

(The angel looked down, and
knotted the edges of his gauzy gown
with his little finger tips.)
"Yeah, but....LORD!
The LAST time...
Archangel MICHAEL
RESCUED me! He
helped me OUT!
When that darn DEMON
showed UP!"

[NOD.]

(The angel blew on the bee again with his lower lip.
The bumble bee buzzed a hundreth of an inch over
the angel's nose, and then settled down on it again.
The angel whispered up at the sky.)
"I THINK his name's
DUTZ'BART!"

[GRUFF VOICE.]
"Who."

(The angel pointed a trembling finger across
the street. He cupped his mouth once more,
and whispered.)
"That nasty DEMON!
I think his name's
DUTZ'BART! He HAILS
from the Twentieth-
LAYER of the
FOURTH-LOWER-LESSER-Demonic REALM!
They're a REAL nasty
BUNCH!
I HEAR they spit
this real VILE orange n'
YELLOW STUFF,
at you!"

[GRUFF VOICE.]
"Get UP,
Jo'ach.
And,
GO to your
ASSIGNMENT."

(The little angel doesn't
budge from his crouching
position. He woefully
looks up at the sky.)
"What's ARCHANGEL
MICHAEL doin',
TODAY?"

[GRUFF VOICE.]
"He's busy."
[LOUDER, EVEN
GRUFFER VOICE.]
"Now: GO."

(The little angel bites
on a finger nail. The
bee is still on his nose:
quietly humming.)
"I can......WAIT...!
Is he on THIS side
of the EARTH,
today?"

[GRUFF VOICE.]
"No."
Now,
GO."

(The little angel turns around in the grass
and fetches his cane. He slowly, and clumsily
gets up. The bee is still on his nose. The little angel stands like a melting popsicle in the soft, unkempt grass.)
"Can't I come.......
HOME?"

"No."

"I'm....AFRAID!"

"Then,
go,
AFRAID.
But,
GO."

"SUPPOSE
DUTZ'BART
comes AFTER me?"

"You're not
ALONE."

"YES,
I am!"

[A LOUD RUMBLE
COMES FROM THE
CLOUDY SKY.]

(The little angel starts to whimper;
a weak tear falls out of his right eye.
He begins limping out of the tall grass,
and out onto the shadowy, warm pavement.)
"Okay!
OKAY!
But.....what if somethin'
HAPPENS to ME?"

[THE SKY RUMBLES AGAIN.]

(The angel looks up at the sky woefully,
and continues limping across the street:
the big bee still on his sniffling nose.)
"Somethin's gonna
HAPPEN to me....I
just KNOW it....."

[PATIENT SILENCE.]

"That DUTZ'BART's
gonna JUMP out...
and SPIT... all OVER me..!"

[PATIENT SIGH.]
"Just keep WALKING,
Jo'ach. You have an
IMPORTANT assignment."

(The little angel continues limping, mumbling, and sniffling. Suddenly, the bumble bee flies up his nose. The angel stops short in the middle of the street, and sneezes loudly.)
"ACCCHHHHHOOOO!"

(The bee flies out:
buzzing loudly.)

{Dutz'Bart, who has
been waiting for Jo'ach
in front of Jo'ach's
Assignment-House,
jumps out of his hiding
place.}

(The bee buzzes.)
"BUZZ!
BUZZ!"

"AAAAHHH!"
{Dutz'bart shouts,
and runs away*.}

(Little Jo'ach stares, open-mouthed,
at Dutz'bart's green, rhino-horned back,
and then looks up at the sky.)
"What HAPPENED?"

[GRUFF VOICE.]
"You weren't
alone."

(The little angel smiled broadly:
his little cheeks were still wet.)
"Oh!
I SEE!"

[PATIENT NOD.]
_____________
Angel Jo'ach limps into the
house: quietly moving through the
closed door. On the other side
of the old wooden door is
a little girl:
sitting in a wheelchair.


The End.
************************
Thus,
says
the Lord...
Be not
afraid
nor
dismayed...
for the
battle
is not
yours
but
God's.
[2 Chronicles 20:15]


*{Orange-yellow spit-spewing demons,
hailing from the Twentieth-Layer
of the Fourth-Lower-Lesser-Demonic
Realm, are deathly afraid of anything yellow:
particularly bees.}

Copyright 2012.

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collette mcfarland 09 Feb 2012
this was fantastic, I expected the bea to be the archangel michael!




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