Get Thee Behind Me
My demon and I meet Margrete, bakery proprietress.
In a flash, Azazel jettisons my body, his dark essence engulfing Margrete’s.
“Hey!” I yell. Freedom tainted by indignation.
“C’mon,” says Azazel, “she has pie.”
Thought I’d write something a little different for this weekend’s Trifecta Challenge. Here are the guidelines we were given:
This weekend, we’re asking for 33 of your own words that exorcise a demon. One of your own, or one from your imagination. Let it bleed on the page.