Morpethroad

This week’s words: devour self-possessed Exhaust  chaste [abstaining from extramarital, or from all, sexual intercourse|not having any sexual nature or intention|without unnecessary ornamentation; simple or restrained] dowry [property or money brought by a bride to her husband on their marriage] Pollen white sweet clover Arc  the conventional position Animate Fawn sprout

Hell was not the place where you’d say there was anything resembling a quiet day. Most times it was a very animated place, the thought of ever-lasting torment was not something that went down well with most of the inhabitants.

They were all there for a reason and Wayne, the Devil’s representative, knew full well the reasons were not something most of them were ever wanting to broadcast. Chasity was not something any of them practised, and so the word chaste was often one they raised their eyebrows at, or if they did, in fact, have eyebrows, they might well have raised them. But they did manage to share the odd joke such as none of them were there because they practised ‘the conventional position’, in most things if the truth be known.

When you are in hell, you become more self-possessed than ever. You become very vigilant of red-hot fires sprouting up when you least suspect them. Of course, this was all explained in the orientation process, so nothing came as a surprise.

As has been pointed out the thing that makes hell a hell is the predictability of the place. Each Wednesday is a walk in the fields day. Most take it as a respite from the ever-present stench of exhaust fumes from the fires forever burning. Out in the fields, you get to walk among the sweet white clover and feel the pollen in the air as it arcs over you giving you a completely false sense of complacency.

Just as you are thinking this is fun you are devoured by the smoke of the fires, the sulphuric aroma cleansing your nasal passages of any remaining pleasantness.

Your world goes from the green of the clover to the fawn of eternity.

You collapse into a fit of deserved depression where upon you are reminded of the reasons for your being where you are. In your mind, there is listed for you the dowry of your life, the gifts you have brought with you that will remain with you as you contemplate your version of the everlasting.

Wayne sat on top of the hill overlooking Hell and marvelled at the master plan of making hell the place it was. He was glad he was one of the appointed ones and looking at his devilish watch he noted it was afternoon tea time and hurried off to meet his long-time friend Greg, the Angel from upstairs.

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