The endless watch

The plump moon was concealed, blanketed by the thick night clouds, but the area around his park bench was bright enough beneath the glow of the midnight streetlights.

Uriel stared down at the delicate flowers in his hand. Renewal. Humans simply didn’t know how good they had it.

This newest assignment was considered quite prestigious, and Uriel should have been grateful, but he had long since grown weary of the endless watch. Century after century, nothing ever changed. Humans, with death hanging over them, had endless opportunities to renew themselvesโ€ฆ but what of him?

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50 thoughts on “The endless watch”

  1. Very philosophical and deep in thinking of the human kindness that can go wrong owing to human greed and lust for power. Best leave the politicians alone. If only they don’t cause wars and dissentions. Great write David!

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