The Soul Collector’s Second Chance is my WIP about a group of four couples, consisting of four people who work as part of the mid-management team for the devil, Mr.D, as soul collectors, and their partners, who are human.
The following is a snippet of a scene when the human spouses get together for dinner. Their meetings are semi-regular and offer them a chance to vent about their partners.
Phoebe approached the patio moving her head from side to side searching for her friends.
“Over here,” Charles stood and waved. She acknowledged him and also noted the other three had already arrived, even Ryan who usually worked late at the pharmacy when Myrth wasn’t home. All the agents were at job sites this evening, hence the last-minute arrangement for dinner. Gideon had advised her, okay lectured, that it would be a good opportunity for her to get better acquainted with the other humans.
Sliding into the last seat, she plopped her briefcase and purse on the ground, she had come directly from work, nodded hello to everyone, and thought what an ideal evening to dine outdoors with friends. Soon the weather would change and this luxury would no longer be an option. The breeze felt refreshing on her skin, the library had turned on the heat already; and the activity on the sidewalk: people strolling and laughing, the sounds of traffic and the other diners, the clinking of silverware, perked up her work weary mind. Her stomach growled as the smell of food wafted to her nose. She could barely hear the brass band playing in one of the pubs down the street.
Drinks sat in front of the others so she looked around for the waiter to catch up. She noticed that the lacy doilies under each glass were each a different colour. Eve’s was pink (ewww), Ryan’s dark blue and Charles’ red. She wondered what colour hers would be (orange as it turned out).
During the evening Phoebe, the newest member of the group, asked how their spouses proved they worked for the devil. “I mean, really, when you meet a new man or woman, ask what they do for a living and they say ‘work for the devil’, it’s kinda unbelievable.”
The rest of the group gestured in agreement and chuckled.
Ryan wagged his finger. “We don’t call him the devil, he’s Mr.D., doesn’t sound quite so evil.”
Occasionally Phoebe became self-conscious in the presence of Eve’s beauty. But she allowed the thought to flitter out of her mind. Eve had confided her own insecurity issues and Gideon had often enough commented on Phoebe’s attractiveness (most often in explicit language).
Eve had ordered another drink after her steak dinner and thoughtfully sipped it through the straw before she spoke. “The first time I encountered Victor, he had to leave the bar where we met early. Remember Charles? You drove me home.”
Charles nodded and grinned. Phoebe knew it was also the first night he met Beth.
Eve continued. ”And then a bit of time passed before we could re-connect. Finally we had an opportunity to spend the night together but at some point he left. I had been sleeping and woke up to find him gone. A little later I heard him return and asked him right away where he went. I was still feeling pretty insecure. We were at his house. I don’t think I stepped foot in my condo once I met him until I went to move my stuff and sell it.
He suggested I put on my robe and come into the living room which I did with some trepidation. He pulled out a book from the case. Y’all have seen his numerous really antique books,” the others nodded in affirmation, “and he flipped to a page and showed me a lithograph. A picture is worth 1000 words. He was trying to show me something rather than tell me, thinking it would be easier to understand. It looked like him standing in Jesuit robes with a bunch of other priests. The drawing was dated 1843. What was I to assume? An ancestor of course. He adopted an expression of long suffering patience, studied his watch and said he would leave in an hour. Naturally I was totally confused and I thought I had lost my mind. I had no idea what was going on.”
“Yeah,” Phoebe said, while she fiddled with the utensils pushing them back and forth, “when Gideon told me I thought he was mad, insane. But he’s so sexy that I couldn’t tear myself away.” In response to her remark the others laughed so loudly in understanding that the couple at the next table turned to stare.
Eve smiled. “He sat me on his lap to explain. He called me mon petite which is his nick name for me. I thought he was teasing until after he finished talking and I realised he was serious. He told me his watch, a beautiful old fashioned timepiece, with a long gold chain..” Phoebe interjected that Gideon had a similar one, “showed him when his next appointment was scheduled and his cell phone took him to the site. That’s how he knew when he would be leaving for work again. It’s not a 9-5 job he said and he was at a job site when I woke up and found him gone.
“Damned inconvenient when they do that,” Charles agreed, spooning sugar into his coffee.
“Of course I still didn’t believe his story, but I let the issue go, come on get real. Then he took me to work – it was ‘ take your human to work day’ the following week. I ended up outside a porto- potty of all things. Some guy had lit a cigarette and the darn thing exploded. Now that was a shitty experience! The victim was one of their clients and Victor sent his soul on to Mr.D. Later, after I managed to get home, I questioned whether he had to clean it up. He roared laughing and hugged me.
“Non, mon chou, Mr.D employs a housekeeping division.”
Blogophilia Week 1.6 Topic: A Picture is Worth 1000 Words
(Hard, 2pts): use lacy doilies in 2 different colors
(Easy, 1pt): include a brass band