007 - Heaven
When Bella Jones finally left the side of her son, she found herself in heaven.
She hadn’t been expecting that.
There were clouds and wings and shimmering golden rings above people’s heads that were almost invisible. There was music and laughter and wine and chocolate and buildings of white limestone. There were gods and goddesses, playing board games with men’s lives, and children and men and women and hero’s and technology.
She hadn’t been expecting that.
She stood there, for a minute, fingering her new wings and staring around in something very akin to awe and then found herself staring at the face of a handsome man. He had two friends flanking him and his grin was sleazy. “Hey babe,” he purred. Purred! How dare he! She was married thank you very much and he was a stranger. What gave him the right to purr at her? What! She stared blankly, trying not to twitch. “Want me to show you around? Then maybe I can show you around.” He winked. She twitched. He smirked. And then he made the mistake of touching her halo.
No matter how short a matter of time you had been in heaven, it was one of those things you just knew-you don’t touch anyone’s halo on purpose. That is the most intimate of intimacies, and doing it without the right would get you more than just a thrashing. That would get you a Talking To.
…But you’d still get the thrashing.
Bella was good at fighting. The Jerk, was not.