The Spirit Spy loves happy endings. Don’t you?

Boom Shikha
Aug 28, 2017 · 7 min read
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“I love you. I have loved you. I will love you.” The man whispered to the woman in the crowd, as he held her hand, and smiled.

I wasn’t anything real. I am just the wind, the air, the O2 in the atmosphere. I am here now and there tomorrow. Wispy. Never really truly there. But despite my invisible nature, I am always here, watching, and taking notes on everything and everyone around.

In fact, I am real. I am a spirit spy. A spirit spy, you ask? Yes, a spirit spy. I am the spy that is sent out by the Great Creator. He creates and then he sends us out, the spirit spies to take copious notes on everything and everyone. We take notes, and we take it back to him, so he can figure out if he did a good job on his creations.

Ah, you thought, that the Great Creator would be watching you personally, huh? Yeah, not happening. It’s not that he couldn’t if he wanted to. He is after the Great Creator. But he doesn’t want to. In fact, he’s a lazy ass bum. I know, I know. I am supposed to be respectful, especially because he is my boss. But, why do you think he created hundreds of thousands of spirit spies?

We are made of the air, but we are tinged blue. We are the ones that send that shiver up your spine. Ah, you felt it just now, didn’t you? It’s the spirit spies that let you know that they are around. We want you to know that we are here. We want to let you know to be on your best behaviour. We want you to care.

We want you to walk around every single day like it’s Valentine’s Day.

The world was tinged red today, as hundreds of red balloons, and heart-shaped chocolates invaded the world, called Earth. I was sent here to specifically spy on this particular couple. They say they love each other. More importantly, the man says that he loves the woman, incessantly. All. The. Time. He is obsessed.

I am here to ensure that he’s actually in love, and not just saying these things, because he feels guilt for something weird that he’s doing in the background. Maybe he’s having an affair, I said, as I flew around them, creating a sort of breeze that shifted the woman’s hair around her face, creating a sort of halo. She had these beautiful delicate features. She was a redhead, and I had always had a thing for redheads. I guess, it’s because I am tinged blue all the time, I want something different in my love life.

Don’t worry. Spirit spies can’t actually be in relationships with the creations of the Great Creator. Conflict of Interest, you see. Doesn’t mean that we can’t fall in love with one or two creations occasionally. I have been in love with 12 creations already. You might say I have a fickle heart. I say, I am a passionate spirit spy.

My latest love was this redheaded woman. The woman who was being obsessively pursued by this man, who gave me the heebie-jeebies. He had something weirdly wrong with him. The thing that really irked me about him, was that he was perfect. Too perfect, if you know what I mean. He did everything right, and he looked perfectly right all the time, and he even knew the perfect words to say every single time.

He was too perfect.

Which meant that there was something wrong with him.

And I was going to find out what that was. Today was the day. I had a feeling in my blue-tinged non-body that today would be the day I find out what is wrong with this creation. He held onto the redheaded woman a little too tightly, and I had this urge to blow in his face, so he would get a little cold, and walk away from her. But I stayed professional. I didn’t do anything of the sort.

As it always happens in these cases, providence sent me a little help. The man’s phone rang, and he said sorry to the redheaded woman and walked away to take the call. The redheaded woman was way too naive and innocent to see that there was something wrong with him. Why is he walking away to take the call? If he loves her so much, he should be able to share everything with her. I smelled something fishy, and I drifted closer to him to hear what he was saying.

“No, baby. That’s not it. I still love you a lot. I am just…a little busy at the moment. I promise you as soon as I am done with work here, I will come over to visit you. Yes, I promise. I absolutely promise. Love you. See you soon, sweetheart.”

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. I did a little fist bump in the air. I knew he was cheating on her. I knew it. I knew it like I know my blue-tinged non-body.

Ha. I am just so freaking smart. I know so much. Now, all I have to do is follow him, and catch him in the act of cheating, and I will be done for the day here. I’ll have my report, and the policy spies can come over and fix him up for cheating after. That is thankfully not my job.

He went back to the redheaded woman, who had been staring off into the distance, watching the white sails of the boats on the water. She was distracted herself. She wasn’t even paying attention to the man, as he made his excuses, and walked away from her.

I was confused for a second. I felt like I should stick around with her, and figure out why she was so out of it. But I had a job to do. I followed the man, and drifted into the car, at the same time as him. I sat in the passenger seat, and fumed as I watched him navigate the car expertly through the streets to wherever he was going.

He was as perfect as they come. And that’s the reason I was so suspicious of him. I hadn’t liked him from day one. I had told my supervisor that there was something fishy about him, but no on really believes me. They always say, “You are too suspicious, Spirit Spy #280. You need to trust more. Believe in the creations more. They are not as bad as you make them out to be. Most of them are actually good. Or at least trying to be good.”

But I couldn’t trust. I had this internal mechanism that jumped into suspicions as soon as I looked at a male creation. I didn’t trust them. I am guessing it has something to do with my past lives, but I didn’t want to analyze all of that. I just wanted to focus on doing my job right.

He drove for about 15 minutes, and then pulled into a residential complex. Parking in front of a modest duplex, he switched off the car. He took a deep breath as if preparing himself for something, and then opened the car door. I took my chance and swooshed out ahead of him. Both of us walked towards the front door of the house, and he rung the doorbell.

I pulled out my recording equipment, ready to take pictures of his adultery.

A little girl opened up the door. She was in pigtals, and pink. She was adorable, and for a brief moment, I got distracted from my duties. Oh, god. How cute. How sweet. Cutie-patootie. Thankfully, she couldn’t see me, so I could be as gushy with her as I wanted to.

She jumped into the man’s arms. “Daddy! You came! I was so worried that you wouldn’t. Mommy said that you were too busy. I wanted to show you these paintings I did today.”

My eyes popped out of my blue-tinged non-body. He is not just an adulterer. He’s a goddamned married adulterer. If I was fuming before, I was outright mad now. I was ready to bust him in the act. But he didn’t go in further beyond the door.

The girl bought him the paintings to see at the door, and after a few moments with her, he walked out.

As soon as the door closed behind him, he slumped. His body showed defeat. I stopped. What is going on here? Why is he…

He had tears in his eyes. I left him for a second at the doorstep crying, and I zoomed into the house through one of the open windows. I zoomed in and out of each room, and I saw that there were no pictures of him and the wife together. Were they perhaps divorced? Was I taking things out of context again?

I heard the little girl ask the mother, “Mommy, when is Daddy going to come back home? Why doesn’t he live with us anymore?”

“Honey, I have told you before. Mommy and Daddy are separated now, which means he won’t be coming back. But you have Joey to play with. He’s nice, right? You said, you liked him.”

“Yeah, I suppose.” The girl said with her shoulders as slumped as her father’s outside.

I zoomed out again, and stood besides the man.

“I am sorry,” I whispered to him. “I am sorry I mistrusted you.”

The man didn’t hear. He was lost in the miserable entanglements of his thoughts. His phone rang. He picked it up. It was the redhead. “Tom, I have decided. I will marry you.”

The man blossomed in front of me. He went from dejected and slumped to almost doing cartwheels in the street.

His life came full circle. From misery and defeat, to beauty, and love. That’s what life is all about.

I took a picture of his joy so I could keep it in my memory forever as a reminder, and I zoomed back to headquarters to report on my findings. One of the Great Creators’ creations was going to be just fine.

Just fine.


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Boom Shikha

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