Hell in the
by Michael S.
said the Hornet Is a state of mind.
He said such
things to cheer me up.
not a matter of being in Hell. Its if you
choose to turn it to your advantage or not.
I looked at my
surroundings. Hell is a Hornets nest. Not the
metaphorical kind. Thousands upon thousands of
hornets buzzed around a large echoing nest,
relentlessly stinging the damned forever.
about this said the Hornet, as he continued
to stab me.
I? I asked. I had no way of knowing.
Id only been dead for a minute or two. It
takes a while to get used to new surroundings.
in the 15th Circle of Hell. Said the Hornet.
So much for anyone getting saved, I guess.
are fifteen? I said.
Said the Hornet. Judas got moved upstairs
for good behaviour after The Saved People vs. God
and The Lower Disciples. That put us down to
eight. Then there was one for bureaucrats, one
for bigots, one for people who sneeze or talk
loudly during the pivotal moments of a Doctor Who
episode, one for zealots, one for rugby fans who
didnt realise God was an Englishman, one
for yoghurt lovers, and one for your lot.
MPs? I said. Trying to work out my
situation. I hadnt meant to be eternally
damned. I dont think many are. Apart from
the yoghurt lovers, perhaps.
politicians dont go to Hell, said the
Hornet, Bless, they dont know any
Why am I
here then? I asked.
thought it was obvious. This is the fifteenth
circle of Hell, for the most grievous sin yet
known to man.
it? I cried.
a hornet he replied.
I guess it did
sort of make sense, in a horrible schaddenfreude
kind of a way.
to sting me.