☾ ╆ ☽ ——
All five feet, eight inches of a six-winged, wandering
soul strolled out into the night in the wake of a movie
of a very particular and unsavory genre. Gabriel was still
nibbling crackerjacks from the bargain-size popcorn bowl
when the sky blackened.
“Aw, criminy,” he scoffed.
The tempest that brewed in the vicinity signaled
Raphael’s arrival well before the Trickster heard the violent
thrumming, like a very taut string that was subsequently
electrocuted, or a maddened radio signal.
But the molecules of the dampening air v i b r a t e d
with the face-off of two Archangelic brothers.
“Didja have to make it pour on me, prima donna?”
the Lord’s Messenger quipped toward the sky.
He snapped his fingers, quirked his lip and conjured a
Hello Kitty umbrella with which he sheltered himself.
Hello Kitty, for the sake of being perverse.
The high wind promptly inverted and broke it.
R u d e, Ninja Turtle.
Whisky-hued eyes glinted with cunning and repressed
malice at the figurative and literal dampening of Gabriel’s
fun: in other words, his perpetual flight from responsibility.