A microscopic demon has destroyed the continuity of our everyday lives and redefined normal.
How can something so small have such a devastatingly and disproportionately large effect on us?
When, if ever, will “normal” resume?
(35 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the word is “continuity” in exactly 35 words.
He noticed her as soon as she walked into the room at the Halloween party. She had on a white, floor-length gown, white high-heeled shoes, white opera gloves, and a flower crown of made from small, white roses. She was stunning.
He walked up to her. “You look like an angel,” he said. “And you walk like angel. I’ll bet you talk like an angel, too. What is your name?”
She took his hand, smiled warmly, and said, “Just call me Angel of the Morning. Angel. And who might you be?”
“Please allow me to introduce myself,” he said. “I’m a man of wealth and taste.”
“Yes,” she said, “I can clearly see that. What exactly do you do?”
“Oh,” he said, “I’ve been around for a long, long year and I have stolen many a man’s soul to waste. I’m so pleased to meet you. Won’t you guess my name?”
“I know very well who you are and what your name is, sir,” she said, her warm smile turning quite wicked.
“Ah, so you think you know my name, do you?” he said. “But perhaps you may be puzzled by the nature of my game.”
“Puzzled? No not in the least,” she said. “I’m quite familiar with your name, Lucifer, and with your game. And I think you and I will get along splendidly.”
“Really?” he said. “You know my name and you know my game, but you think we’ll get along splendidly? Why do you think that?”
“Because I may look like and angel,” she responded, “and I may walk like an angel, and I may even talk like an angel. But if you are wise, you’ll learn that I’m really the devil in disguise.”
“Yes,” he said. “I can see where that might give you some sympathy for the devil in me.”
Written for Paula Lights Thursday Inspiration prompt where the theme is “demon.” In addition to being inspired by Paula’s prompt, my post was aided by some lyrics from these three songs:
Heather stood up after tightening the shoelace on one of her sneakers when Bill walked into the room. She smiled at him and started to walked up to him to give him a kiss. “Sweetie,” Bill said, “is that a cold sore or a bug bite you have there on your lips? They look a little swollen.”
A frown appeared on Heather’s face. She reached up with her right hand and touched her upper and lower lips on the left side of her mouth. “Oh my God, it’s a rough patch and it almost feels like it’s undulating beneath my fingertips.” She beckoned Bill over to her. “Take a closer look and tell me what it is.”
Bill moved in close to get a better look at Heather’s lips. An icicle ran down his spine as he tried to fathom what he was seeing. “Jesus Christ!” he shouted. He looked up into his girlfriend’s eyes, which had suddenly changed from beautiful brown to cat-like green.
Bill jumped back and started to scream, but before he could get a sound out, a long, serpent-like tongue shot out of Heather’s mouth, and numbed his cheek, essentially causing Bill’s body to become paralyzed.
A deep, masculine voice came out of what was once Heather’s mouth. “Welcome to Hell, mortal,” the voice said just before the hingeless, fanged mouth of the demon engulfed Bill’s head.
Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Christo Dagorov.
Also for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “frown,” “shoelace,” and “icicle.”
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