Six Sentence Sunday Nov 18

Yea! It’s Sunday and time for Six Sentence Sunday

Every week participants post six sentences from something they are writing – or have written. It’s a lot of fun and really a great way to meet new writers!

And I’ve met some terrific people. Thank you !

Be sure to check out the other great participants and thanks so much for stopping by.

The Misfits is a group of four couples, consisting of four who work as part of the mid-management team for the devil, Mr.D, as soul collectors, and their partners, who are human.

My post two weeks ago took place at dinner, on the evening of the day they met, Gideon listened to Phoebe describe her dreams. He realised they were Kathryn’s memories, a woman he had feelings for a century earlier. He never told Kathryn about his feelings and he did not disclose that the worked for the devil. She died under tragic circumstances, not in his control. In addition Phoebe physically resembles Kathryn. In my post last week Phoebe remarked on his distress. This week is the end of that scene. The reason for his distress is the awareness that somehow Kathryn has returned to him and he may get a second chance. Also included is further clarification from the chapter.

It occurred to him that perhaps Phoebe represented his second chance. But he worked for the Devil, no second chances in Hell. Yet his friends were all happily attached and they did the same job as he. They proved that soul collectors can lead “normal” lives. Then why should a second chance for him be untenable? After Kathryn’s tragic end he had vowed never to love again. But now in light of his emerging emotions for Phoebe, ought he to take the risk? Conceivably circumstances had changed and he ought to revisit that decision. The thought gave him pause.

 

My six for this week. I couldn’t resist getting her quip in 😀

(Gideon’s thought)

Are my thoughts so transparent?
Of course they are.
This is an intelligent, intuitive woman.
He stared at her in wonder.
She was the first woman, outside his circle, who displayed compassion for him; her voice lowered in pitch and showed worry and concern, as if she cared.

 “I apologize. I am not well. I shall be better soon.”

“An agent of the devil doesn’t get colds I bet,” Phoebe quipped under her breath.

 (Next week I hope to post from my NaNo though it will require much editing. )