Drabble: Personal Demons and the Men who Hate Them – by Maxine Kollar

by specklit

He loved feeding off the pain and suffering of others. A sweet dessert. He licked a sharp tongue over glistening teeth.

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Rosen, you and your 4 children have to find somewhere else to live. I can’t give you another rent extension.” He let the tears wash over him slowly then walked away.

Behind him, he could hear the doorbell ring inside the Rosen’s house. Not again. He turned and watched IT hand the widow a package full of money. His soul crashed down.

IT flitted by and smiled. His demon was generous and sweet and taunting.

Author’s Note: I love demons. Why should they all be mean?


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