Colossal Pickled Angels

I lifted my head and wiped the sleep from my eyes. As my surroundings came into focus, I noticed row upon row of humongous pickle jars stretching out before me and beside me. They were at least eight feet in height and I found their contents quite unsettling. I blinked once or twice (an automatic response common to most humans when we witness something beyond belief) to adjust to the light and get a better look.

Inside the giant jars were beings; beings that could be described as nothing less than angelic. They were radiant and glowing, clad in shimmery white raiment that was smudged and torn in places. Entombed behind glass and suspended in a liquid whose greenish hue reminded me of the pickles of my youth, I glanced up to their faces. Their faces were wrenched with sadness and pain and still the mask of death could not conquer their innate beauty. I wondered to whom they owed their demise and why. It was then I decided to stand up. As I did the room spun and darkness crept in. Bending over to prevent blacking out, I felt the force of a sonic boom report resound through my head.

Head pounding, I stood weakly and took stock of my surroundings. The dim lighting revealed that I was in an old abandoned warehouse with concrete floors that extended out beyond my scope of vision. The mason jars must have numbered in the hundreds, or thousands even. They just went on and on and on. It was then that I first noticed a label on one of the jars: COLOSSAL PICKLED ANGELS.

Colossal pickled angels? Colossal like in olives? It was too bizarre to contemplate, but my mind unabashedly began the questions......"Who would do such a thing? Who would be smart enough to lure an angel into a trap? Why would they? Why would they pickle them? Then, "What was I doing here and what did I have to do with ANY of this?"

In the distance I hear the whirring sound of a forklift being operated.....