Full Spectrum 2 (Jerry eBooks) by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jerry eBooks
Published: 2015-01-13T05:00:00+00:00

Above the creek, the air churned with angels, thousands of them. They angled in clusters from the sky, flocking over the fields, swirling among the trees. They spun like merging galaxies, suns flashing among suns. The air shivered with the beat of wings.

I felt the hard pulse of my heart; my breath came short.

Over the creek, the whirling fed into a thick stream of angels that rushed steeply toward the gray rock wall. No thunder now. Only the sound of wings, and a softer sighing sound, like shaken silk. As the angels plunged into the stream, their wings folded; arms and legs extended like divers, they swept straight toward the rock.

To vanish a few inches from the wall. Even then, I never thought to look hard at their doorway.

I felt stifled. Images swarmed through my head and twisting bits of words. I thought of angry gods and other worlds, punishment, wings. My brains had melted to soup.

High above us, at the edge of the stream, sun glowed on pink wings. I saw a little arm wave jauntily toward us. Pink Wing seemed merrily unconcerned. No shadow of retribution marred that airy gesture.

She plunged smoothly into the stream and was gone.

I saw with a shock that the stream of angels had thinned. A few stragglers shot past, minnows fleeing for shelter. Thunder growled over the creek. The sound of wings stopped.

That was all. No angels. No depression in the air. All gone. Leaving behind only the liquid purling of the creek, a sound coarse after the delicate crying of the angels. A sore emptiness opened in me.

“Well, that’s done,” Dad said.

We moved slowly to the lip of the rock wall, peering down at the rocks below and the creek sliding past. A few straggling redbud grew at the edge. Behind them, a long ugly hole had opened in the soil, as if a groundhog tunnel had collapsed there.

Uncle Win knelt at the edge and stared over. “What I want to know is where those angels got to? Stands to reason, they must of gone someplace.”

He sniffed sharply. “Stinks here. You can still smell the dynamite.”

Faint breeze rattled limbs. I saw shadows twitch across Win’s back and slip across his neck.

I took a quick step back. Just for a second, I seemed to see movement down in that hole. Movement and a transient glitter like mica bits, bright as tiny eyes.

The breeze died and the shadows stopped moving and, for the life of me, I couldn’t decide whether one had flowed down inside Win’s collar or not.

“Uncle Win,” I said. “That sure looks like a snake hole.”

“Snakes,” he yelped, bouncing up away from the hole. “Lord, I purely hate snakes.”

I saw Dad staring hard at the hole. A startled expression was smoothing from his face. “We best get back,” he said loudly.

“Lord, yes,” Win said. “I tell you what I want right now. It just come over me that I need a bottle of beer and a good game of stud.”

I whispered to Dad: “Did you see it too? In the hole?”

“Didn’t see a thing,” he told me.

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