An Angel in Piccadilly Gardens

Some of the onlookers took a moment to observe the exhausted man stagger around after he appeared in a blazing flash of light, before moving on with the comforting knowledge that this isn't the strangest thing to happen in Piccadilly Gardens. But those who did say to watch saw and heard this: He brushed himself down and looked around, panting. 'Is this, uh, where you all convene? Like a forum? Oh whatever. I have travelled long and far, through many simultaneous realities and alternate timelines, to bring you a message from God.' He stood, waiting for a response. A pigeon cooed. An old woman sat looking at him with a cup of coffee in her hands. 'I uh,' said the man. 'Oh yeah, the message. Uh. Ah tits.' He stood with a finger to his lips, staring at the ground. 'Fuck,' he mumbled. 'Well I remember the broad strokes of it but it's the finer details that are eluding me. Cars? Do you have cars? Yeah well you need to stop using them. And, uh. What else? I think you may all die very soon but I can't remember why.' A man, speed-walking by, engaged in a furious phonecall, drops his coffee cup on the floor and climbs into his Jaguar. The man from the flash of light states. 'Yeah that's it.' Paddy Dobson 27th May 2021