Hell’s belles

In harmony the voices of the three women soared above the sound of traffic and rain hammering on concrete, and nobody noticed the change, none of the other pedestrians walking by.

Nobody noticed as they replaced the words of hymns first with nonsense, then obscenities.

The nose of a passer-by twitched and he slowed for a step, looked down and saw a puddle between the feet of one of the women, grimaced and hurried onwards.

The women stopped singing and hung their heads; once again the sound of rain saturated the air.

They began moaning, a long tortured moan that became a slow, guttural laugh.  They looked up at the pedestrians walking by, eyes wide and pupils narrowed, lips pulled back from teeth in a rabid snarl, umbrellas fell from limp hands.

“You’re all filth, and your mothers eat shit in hell!” they shrieked.

They screamed and exploded into flames.

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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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4 Responses to Hell’s belles

  1. Such filthy mouths for such delicate and graceful creatures! I presume this was set somewhere in the stiff-upper-lip UK, where we would much rather look the other way than engage with such… unexpectedness!? 🙂

  2. Nick Johns says:

    Wow – Didn’t see that coming. You took that in a completely unexpected direction!

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