Clive still felt warmed by the good things that had happened there. It was what's called a Refugee camp. Clive's speciality was sorting out misunderstandings and helping people reason.
Clive thought that misunderstandings between people and indifference caused more harm in the world than evil and badness. Clive knew that everyone had some good in them. They needed to express their feelings and make themselves understood.
In the Refugee camp no- one seemed to know what they wanted, there was all this destruction and he couldn't reason with anyone.
Then amongst all the rubble he had seen a little boy bending down and tucking his little sister's hand in his. He'said something to her and she laughed and dried her tears. Clive had gone right up to them and looked into their eyes. He could see into their souls. Bright blue and gold sparks showered around them. Silver jets of kindness wrapped round them like a cloak. There had then been a chain effect. A young man had helped an old lady. An old man had held out his hand to his son. A young man had shared his water.
Clive swallowed hard. He went towards the window. An old lady was sitting there on her own with her hands cradling her coffee cup.
Clive could smell roses and lavender. He sensed a life well spent. Kind deeds and friendly gestures among all the hard work.
On the next table there was another old lady, also on her own. She had grey clouds of sadness around her but they had not invaded her soul. Sparks of golden love and rosy pink formed a protecting shield.
In the middle of the cafe there was a young man holding a phone, his fingers nimbly tapping away, a smile playing on his lips. Ruby red sparkles of passion wafted around him mixed with a gentler rose tinted shower and studded with silver stars. Clive recognized true love, he had seen it many times but it never failed to fill him with wonder.
Clive looked around to see who needed help sorting out misunderstanding. There must be someone here for him to have been called. He looked at the notes that he'd placed under his wing. Margo and Judith. It said Judith was married to Margo's brother Steve and suffered from jealousy and envy. She couldn't bare it when they laughed at things together, their shared complicity annoyed her . Margo tried hard to ignore her brother when he was with Judith. Clive had seen these apparently trivial situations escalate and bring out the worst in people.
Then he saw them, the ones he'd come to help. One of them, Margo had her hair in a pony tail and was surrounded by pale lavender, pink and white. Around her head was yellow and blue and from her heart the colours of true love. Only Clive could see the grey of sadness and hurt that wound its way around the edge.
She was someone who naturally loved other people and cared deeply. She made every effort to understand and that was what made her special. People like her needed protecting.
The woman next to her must be Judith. She had muddy green shoots of envy round her. True, there were faint traces of pink and a small cloud of blue, signs that she had some goodness but she chose where to spread it.
Clive went closer. He wanted to help clear away the misunderstandings between the two women. He wanted to sweep away the grey hurt from Margo's heart and wash away the green envy from Judith.
It should be easy here in this warm, safe place.
He went nearer and then stopped abruptly. There right close to Judith's heart was a dark brown rusty shape, hardly noticeable, but Clive shook with fear. It was meanness and it was pointing right at Margo. It was too much for a little angel like him.
Clive knew he could do nothing about meanness. He knew from experience that Margo would always be hurt by Judith, she would have to accept it, but it would make her appreciate even more the genuine kindness from all those she met and loved. Judith got up and as she left the cafè some of her meanness lingered behind. Margo looked very sad.
Just then a very handsome man entered the café and on spotting Margo he slid unnoticed into a seat near her.
Clive watched as the man whispered in Margo's ear. A showe of brilliant red and gold shimmered and sparkled around them. It was Angus, Margo's husband.
Clive felt intense warmth and joy all around him. Love had come to the rescue once again.
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