There is a story in your head
the Devil told the Writer
in her garden
yesterday
over tea
” The Characters are determined, engaging, energetic and fun-
they are also homicidal, devious, really quite lovable each and everyone.”
The Writer finished her tea and she sat back in her chair.
She savored the scent of ripening apples that filled the air.
” They’ve asked me to free them, turn them loose on the world, they offered me
you eyes and I’m sure they’ll offer more.”
The Devil put down his cup and leaned forward in his chair, ” I’m inclined to accept. ” he said as he savored each word.
The Writer stood up, she asked if The Devil would like more tea and then she said weighing each word carefully.
” They are in Hell and in Hell they will stay. Join them if you’d like, I dare you. Join them inside of my head for just one day.”
The Devil looked into the Writer’s eyes and when he saw himself reflected there
he
saw himself
screaming.
The Writer reached out and touched the Devil’s horns
and
she
smiled.
