by John Xero
Padraig was a little goblin of a man, wizened and bitter, always preceded by the tap-tap of his cane. He was old - ancient - but his tongue was still spear-sharp and keen as his eyes. His pale, piercing gaze flickered from person to person, scrutinising, judging their heart and soul.
He seemed eternal. Younger folk grew old and died, while Padraig tap-tapped ever onwards.
And in the world beyond this one, there was Padraig, waiting. He would judge folk, and guide them. And sometimes the path wound lazily upwards to light, and sometimes it sloped down, down to lakes of fire.
Author bio: John Xero is not eternal. But that doesn't mean he won't be waiting for you on the other side... Be good.
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And I'm sure you'd be able to offer a few suggestions and refinements of your own, John.
ReplyDeleteI dunno, flaming pits, pitchforks, it's a classic. Then again, I do like playing with the classics... =D
DeleteSounds like one needs to stay on the right side of Padraig!
ReplyDeleteJust on the right side of your fellow peoples... ;)
DeleteI don't think I'm looking forward to my moment with Padraig, he sounds very judgemental, maybe if I start being really good from now on it may help my case when the time comes? :)
ReplyDeleteAnything might help, Steve. I'm sure you won't have too much to worry about though. =)
DeleteSomething tells me I can protest as much as I like to Padraig, he'll know the truth about me already! Great stuff.
ReplyDeleteHe's got a list, he's checking it twice... ;)
DeleteThank you, Jack. =)