100 Words – Trash Heap Angel

She was the angel of the trash heap. Fallen and halo-less. Trying to work her way back into heaven by separating the souls from the dumped dog carcasses and showing them which way to go. Their wagging tails her only reward.

She was once beautiful and beloved. Over the centuries ego and vanity crept in. One day she tired of subservience and climbed on the shoulders of her co-angels. Standing over them she saw the infinity of creation. Her mind snapped. She came back to consciousness in the land fill. Spending the rest of eternity as a canine crossing guard.


Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.