Siobhan Muir has a fantastic new Flash Fiction challenge that will run on Thursdays.  Visit http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.com for more information.  Here is my first entry to the contest.
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_ “I still don’t understand what you are trying to tell me,” Sarah said.

Professor Mason Goldberg pushed Sarah’s wheelchair into her apartment.  “It’s not like I’m speaking Greek,” he said.  “On the other hand maybe that would make it clearer to you if I did.” The last sentence Mason spoke in Greek.

“How would it make it clearer if I don’t understand Greek?”

“You understood what I just said didn’t you?”

“You were speaking English, of course I understand you.”

“I guess you would perceive it that way.”  Mason started rolling Sarah’s wheelchair toward the window.  “I hate to go to extremes but it’s important that you understand.”

“What are you doing?  Are you crazy?”

“Probably, but I’ll prove my point.”  Mason picked up speed and crashed through the window at full speed.

Sarah screamed and turned to wrap her arms around Mason as the chair fell to the ground and shattered… three stories below.  Sarah opened her eyes and saw that they were hovering ten feet away from the window.  “That’s impossible.  How are you doing this?”

“I’m not doing this; you are,” Mason said.  “I already told you. Contrary to popular belief, angels come in all shapes and sizes, with all kinds of wings.”




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