A VERY OLD MAN WITH ENORMOUS WINGS ( Un señor muy viejo con unas alas enormes)
with a fat splat it landed at my left boot
it looked like an angel illustrated in the Good Book but it was no more bigger than a chicken
“Are you an angel? I enquired politely
trying to keep tabs of my thoughts ha ha ( can this be a happening... happening to me for real )
“I am the Angel Márquez!” it stammered obviously unused to words and the speaking of them.
“Never heard of ya!” I giggled nervous of myself now
“GobbledegookUnseñormuygobbledegook viejocongobbledegookunasalasenormes!” it squaked in some alien lingo or Spanish I don’t know!
” I gave it a kick turned on my heel but it followed me home waddling
like a duck who thought it was a chicken who believed in its soul it was an angel.
“I’m not having it!” snapped the wife “Not in my home I ain’t!”
“Put it in the chicken coop maybe it might lay an egg.”
We waited for days for the angel to lay an egg. But. . .no eggs.
We feed it the remains of other chickens but it just got weaker and weaker and
its wings grew smaller and smaller until they grew back into its back until it looked more
chlicken-like than angel-like.
That evening wife had prepared soup.
I slurped it into my greedy mouth.
“Oh this is divine…this is heavenly!”
I mmmmed and ahhhhhed “What in God’s name is it?”
I smiled from ear to ear with my one tooth.
“It’s angel soup!” she beamed she smiled with all of her no teeth.
That night in bed ( well fed ) we had a good old time.
This is my playing with and paying homage to García Márquez first collection of short stories, Leaf Storm, which included “A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings,” in 1955...hence my calling my angel Márquez. It has always delighted me.