what if a cherub just… lived here

i woke up with a completely unserious question and it would not leave:

what if a cherub just existed in modern society?

not as a metaphor. not as a valentine. as a small winged coworker of reality who still has errands.

like: does the halo set off the metal detector. does the grocery store have a policy for barefoot minor deities. who is the emergency contact. does the intake form have a box for “celestial” or do you just write “other.”

so i made a series. first pass came back looking like every background human had just seen god, or a coupon for free teeth. open mouths. identical shock. stock-photo panic chorus. classic generator nonsense.

so we ran the same concepts again and told the bystanders to act like people. mild double-takes. phones. zoning out. the quiet “is this a promo?” face. much better. the cherub is still the weird part. everyone else gets to be tired.

here is the tour.

movie theater

lobby. popcorn. wings. the snack counter has no policy for this.

cherub buying popcorn in a movie theater lobby

car dealership

evaluating financing options for a chariot that fits under a sedan.

cherub on a car dealership lot

clinic waiting room

somehow this feels the most accurate. nobody is fine. magazines still exist.

cherub in a medical waiting room

library

shhh. also: overdue fines on eternity.

cherub in a public library

airport security

wings out, shoes already off (philosophically). laptop tray optional.

cherub at airport security

grocery checkout

standing on the belt is not encouraged. the bananas do not care.

cherub on a grocery checkout belt

dmv

ticket number: ♾
estimated wait: mythological

cherub waiting at the dmv

fancy restaurant

dress code: white linen only, apparently. dessert still arrives.

cherub at a fine dining table

office lobby

badge? spiritual. meeting on 14? already late for forever.

cherub walking through an office lobby

playground

bow stayed home. still somehow the main character of recess.

cherub on a playground slide

coffee shop

ordering something with too many adjectives. barista doing the math on wings + foam art.

cherub at a coffee shop counter

city bus

window seat. bow as emotional support object. nobody on this bus has slept enough, including possibly god.

cherub on a city bus

retail aisle

pointing at a shelf like destiny lives in aisle 7.

cherub in a big-box store aisle


anyway. that was the whole thought. a tiny ancient menace with wings, stuck in errands mode.

if you have better logistics questions (health insurance for halos, rent, union status of cupids), send them into the void. the void has ssl now.

images: reworked so the background humans look like humans, not a reaction pack from a stock site.

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