"Hell's Cobblers - Stick on Souls" by Lesley Anne Truchet‘Why am I here? I was a priest for God’s sake.’
‘Mistakes happen, Father.’ ‘I want to go up there. It’s your mistake. Do something, you flaming horn head.’ ‘To go up you must replace your lost soul. Try Hell’s Cobblers, over there.’ ‘Hi cobbler. I need a replacement soul.’ ‘No problem, Father. I can stick one on you. However in payment you have to nominate someone without a soul to die.’ ‘Why?’ ‘I need the business. No one wants to be here.’ ‘Ok. Hal E. Luya. He’s a Horrible Bishop.’ ‘A Bishop. Fantastic. Come back in one hour.’ An hour later I found myself rising heavenward, my soul floating behind me like gossamer wings. ‘May I come in?’ There were too many pearls on the gates for my taste. ‘No, Father. You’ve caused Bishop Hal E. Luya to die.’ ‘It’s the only crime I’ve ever committed.’ ‘One is enough.’ ‘But I don’t want to go back down there.’ ‘You can’t. If you choose to leave Hell they don’t let you back in. You’re stuck with the multitude in Dead Man’s No-Man’s-Land.’ ‘Hey. That’s my soul.’ ‘Not any more. I sell them back to Hell’s Cobblers.’
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Amanda
6/13/2020 07:01:41 am
What a brilliant story!
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