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silver box, led them up a flight of stairs; through a maze of corridors and then up another flight of stairs before finally ushering them into a very large room. “I’ll escort you both out in twenty minutes. In future I insist that you ring the clinic before you next intend visiting it.”
Hope was about to acknowledge the request but Mr Herringbone had already left the room.
She smiled over toward Charity who was sitting in a high-backed cream-coloured armchair positioned underneath the room’s only window.
Hope smiled again and walked about the room, breathing in the fragrances from the vast amount of flowers; roses, carnations, daffodils and fuchsias. If it were not for the array of colours of the flowers then the room would have been stark within its colour of white.
“Many people wish you better.” Hope said. “You always did shine bright within the Universe and you do so upon Earth. I am pleased for you Charity.” She smiled gently at her sister and continued to walk about the room, reading the many messages on the cards attached to the stems of the flowers.
Charity rolled her eyes toward the ceiling at Hope’s annoying habit of forever being cheerful. She ignored Hope’s comments and concentrated instead on what she wanted them to say to the media. “You are not to speak to the press,” Charity said, “and if you do you say only, ‘no comment…’” she paused, “for pity sake do not let on that you are my sisters…” she held up her healthy arm to stop Hope from talking. “Let me finish. I will not have you telling the world that you are my sisters.” She looked over at Faith and wondered why she had yet to utter a single word.
She “tutted” in disgust at the way Faith continually scratched at her head until her scalp bled. “Faith!” she snapped. “Will you stop behaving as if you are some sort of nutcase? The ghosts speak to you… you relay their messages. End of. Deal with it.” Charity looked around the room. She saw nothing - no auras of anything or anybody – human, ghosts or otherwise.
Charity looked at Faith and questioned. Why her? Why does she still get to see all creatures in existence?
“Charity,” Hope said. “You make it sound as if living within the Realms of the Afterlife and Life were as easy as…” she hesitated in saying what she was going to say but decided to say it anyway, “… as easy as having your photograph taken.” Hope held her hands up. “No Charity. Let me finish. Never forget that Faith struggles with the limitations of the mortal mind. Can you not see what waits within the shadows? Do you not see how Madness is all too happy to fill it?” Hope looked over at Faith but she could not help but stare - open-mouthed - at what she was now witnessing.
There was a creature – similar to the one in the dream – hovering in between Faith and Charity. This one had five spindly, tendrils of threads that were connected to what appeared to be a speckle of black. Hope looked for its auras and life-force… but she saw nothing. “No life-force?” And this confused her because whatever that thing was it was alive.
It was now making its way toward Faith’s neck.
“Faith_”
“Hope,” Faith interjected. “Fear not. They bring me no harm.”
“What can you see?” Charity snapped out as she looked to the area that Faith and Hope were gawping toward.
She could see nothing.
“Why is it,” she asked with resentment. “That I cannot see what the two of you do?”
Charity waited for an answer and when one did not arrive, she glared at Faith who was still behaving like a nutcase; rocking backwards and forwards.
Faith then pointed at something above Charity’s head.
She looked up, saw nothing. “What the fuck are you gawping at_?!”
“You have killed five people?” Faith stated and then asked. “Can you not smell the car fumes? Can you not smell the fragrance of their dead Souls?”
She narrowed her eyes. “My,” Charity replied with
Hope was about to acknowledge the request but Mr Herringbone had already left the room.
She smiled over toward Charity who was sitting in a high-backed cream-coloured armchair positioned underneath the room’s only window.
Hope smiled again and walked about the room, breathing in the fragrances from the vast amount of flowers; roses, carnations, daffodils and fuchsias. If it were not for the array of colours of the flowers then the room would have been stark within its colour of white.
“Many people wish you better.” Hope said. “You always did shine bright within the Universe and you do so upon Earth. I am pleased for you Charity.” She smiled gently at her sister and continued to walk about the room, reading the many messages on the cards attached to the stems of the flowers.
Charity rolled her eyes toward the ceiling at Hope’s annoying habit of forever being cheerful. She ignored Hope’s comments and concentrated instead on what she wanted them to say to the media. “You are not to speak to the press,” Charity said, “and if you do you say only, ‘no comment…’” she paused, “for pity sake do not let on that you are my sisters…” she held up her healthy arm to stop Hope from talking. “Let me finish. I will not have you telling the world that you are my sisters.” She looked over at Faith and wondered why she had yet to utter a single word.
She “tutted” in disgust at the way Faith continually scratched at her head until her scalp bled. “Faith!” she snapped. “Will you stop behaving as if you are some sort of nutcase? The ghosts speak to you… you relay their messages. End of. Deal with it.” Charity looked around the room. She saw nothing - no auras of anything or anybody – human, ghosts or otherwise.
Charity looked at Faith and questioned. Why her? Why does she still get to see all creatures in existence?
“Charity,” Hope said. “You make it sound as if living within the Realms of the Afterlife and Life were as easy as…” she hesitated in saying what she was going to say but decided to say it anyway, “… as easy as having your photograph taken.” Hope held her hands up. “No Charity. Let me finish. Never forget that Faith struggles with the limitations of the mortal mind. Can you not see what waits within the shadows? Do you not see how Madness is all too happy to fill it?” Hope looked over at Faith but she could not help but stare - open-mouthed - at what she was now witnessing.
There was a creature – similar to the one in the dream – hovering in between Faith and Charity. This one had five spindly, tendrils of threads that were connected to what appeared to be a speckle of black. Hope looked for its auras and life-force… but she saw nothing. “No life-force?” And this confused her because whatever that thing was it was alive.
It was now making its way toward Faith’s neck.
“Faith_”
“Hope,” Faith interjected. “Fear not. They bring me no harm.”
“What can you see?” Charity snapped out as she looked to the area that Faith and Hope were gawping toward.
She could see nothing.
“Why is it,” she asked with resentment. “That I cannot see what the two of you do?”
Charity waited for an answer and when one did not arrive, she glared at Faith who was still behaving like a nutcase; rocking backwards and forwards.
Faith then pointed at something above Charity’s head.
She looked up, saw nothing. “What the fuck are you gawping at_?!”
“You have killed five people?” Faith stated and then asked. “Can you not smell the car fumes? Can you not smell the fragrance of their dead Souls?”
She narrowed her eyes. “My,” Charity replied with
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