Thursday, May 09, 2013

Another Round

By Colleen Foley

I’d forced Seth’s hand on the demon question. I’d thought the idea asinine, but the way things had been going, I needed him to say it. The kid was weird. Asked a direct question, he’d prevaricate if he felt the need, but he’d never initiate a lie.

Jimmy’s kitchen was pungent with the scent of whiskey and herbs, both magical and protective. The head of the Peter Rabbit cookie jar I’d blasted to heaven still sat on the counter, a guilty reminder of how far off the reservation I’d been.

“So, I’m a road map. How you gonna… read me?”


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