Friday, September 14, 2012

Bragging Rights!

I actually won a flash fic contest over at The Weird, the Wild and the Wicked

Thanks to Siobhan Muir for hosting her weekly "Thursday Threads" contest!

250 words; had to use the line "What else could he do but wait."


He’d always thought that Hell was full of flames and demons, but now he knew better. Hell was where badly composed music played on ancient speakers and the stale air tasted of dust and dollar signs.

The minions of Hell trolled by every now and then, giving him the barest of glances as they wound their way through the stacks and aisles. He was only a visitor here. His problems were not their department, and so they left him alone.

All around him mindless souls wandered. A few moved with purpose, eyes darting, hands reaching out to grab and gather the meaningless trappings of this place. The others just milled through the empty spaces, an unending parade of blank expressions and unfocused eyes. When they spoke their voices blended with the wail of the music; creating a discordant noise that flayed his nerves raw.

He wished with all his soul he could leave this place, but he couldn’t. He was trapped here by vows taken long ago. His hand tightened on the bright red satchel he’d been told to guard. Here he sat until his duty was done, an observer in Hell. He couldn’t leave, what was he to do but wait?

Another soul brushed by him and he ignored it until a voice drew his attention. He knew that voice; it was part of a memory from a happier time.

“Honey, do these jeans make me look fat?”

Oh yes, he was definitely in Hell.