They took away Hell on a handcart. Simply rolled up the whole shooting match like a filthy mattress and dumped it in a lay-by. Seeing Satan gone for scrap, the sinful dead fly-tipped and smouldering like dung, we lost faith once and for all, no longer feared the old demons or deities. We lived like filth, burning up the world. Burning up each other. Until, this morning the planet buckled, the sea burst and we unexpectedly found ourselves on a pre-soak and long-wash. At last, a higher power had taken control - and whoever it was, she knew how to do laundry.
Cheryl Powell is a Worcestershire writer whose work has been published in Coffin Bell, Litro, Spelk, Storgy, Reflex Fiction, Disturbing the Beast, Makarelle and The Mechanics Institute Review and performed at the Liars’ League, Hong Kong. She runs a local writing group.
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