Mr Forbes 5. The Poor Soul

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
I know I said it was a series of 4 stories, but that has now changed to 6. Thanks so much to Markie Bee for his express work on the covers. https://www.booksie.com/users/markie-bee-223538

Submitted: October 11, 2018

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Mr Forbes 5. The Poor Soul.

More often than not it was a clear cut thing. The scales nearly always tipped towards the ‘good’ or the ‘bad’. Grimonomous was rarely called upon to make a judgement call; his job was to collect those souls that tended to have lived a life that erred more than got things right.

Very occasionally the scales did not tip one way or the other but stayed perfectly centered on neutral. Where should the soul go? Who had the greatest claim? The bidding between Heaven and Hell would then begin in earnest.

Bidding might not be a very appropriate term for what was about to take place. Tempers would run hot and cold, as arguments were made. The soul would remain nowhere until its fate was decided once and for all.

The woman whose soul stood in front of Mr Forbes' blank, black eyes, his chiselled jaw bones, was one such case. Until she had been fought over, he was forbidden from so much as winding one single thread between himself and her.

It was just typical that Heaven kept him waiting. There was such a reluctance among the angels to so much as set eyes on Grimonomous; he had been forced to wait several days on one occasion, which had caused him one Hell of a backlog.

If Mr Forbes had been capable of feeling surprised, he would not have felt it when he finally caught sight of the angel that was warily approaching. Candice once more was donning her asbestos suit. He noticed, with some small amount of pride, that some of her feathers still bore singe-marks from their previous meeting.

Mr Forbes,” she said cooly, as she approached; not a greeting but more an acknowledgement.

If it isn’t my favorite angel! How are you today, Candice? Cool, I hope, for the temperature is soon to be rising.”

Or maybe, Mr Forbes, you will find yourself in need of a warmer coat.” With that, Candice, fluttered her fingers and sent a draught in his direction. The soul gave a shudder as it swept past, only to find itself feeling a bit too warm when Grimonomous parried with a flicker of flame.

She does not belong in Hell, and you know it!” This time Candice flicked her fingers and sent snowflakes towards the man in the hat. They melted before they got near him and he responded by firing off some sparks.

And you know, she has done plenty of ‘bad’ things in the past. She’s not an innocent little angel in the making. Heaven has no right to claim her at all.”

The eyes of the soul remained closed but while one side of it was taking on a cool blueish tinge, the other was becoming rather heated.

Candice took a step towards the soul, Grimonomous matched it to keep their distance as equal as those scales. The angel gave a cold stare and Mr Forbes returned a smoking smirk.

The soul was beginning to drip with condensation where the hot and the cold met above it with rather soggy results.

Candice eyed Grimonomous; Grimonomous watched Candice, and simultaneously they launched and attack of ice shards and flames. There was a sizzle and a crackle as bolts of ice met with swords of flame.

Neither Hell nor Heaven were giving in and the battle would have gone on and on if it wasn’t for what was happening to the soul. The side nearest Mr Forbes began to twist, to melt; while the side that faced the angel began to crack and fall apart.

Then it simply vanished, unable to withstand the vast discrepancies of temperature any longer. It would be a draw; either a double win or a double failure depending on the way you looked at it.

No soul for Heaven. No soul for Hell. No more time to waste for Mr Forbes, either. He lifted his hat to Candice, gave a bow and with an ‘until we meet again’ left to bind one that tipped the scales in his favor.

 

 

 

 


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