Here’s another instalment of flash-fiction. It’s a hoot to do. I encourage anyone who likes writing, even long-form pieces (perhaps especially long-form pieces) to do it. What do you have to lose anyway?
That’s right. Nothing.
I was driving a golf cart when a devil jumped into the empty seat next to me, his long pointed tail wriggling obscenely behind him.
“Fret and fear; despair. Jesus will not return,” it said. “The wonder of your God is abandoning you.” My clubs jostled in the back.
I flexed my toes in my cleats. Gout ground in my joints. I asked it if this was a new development, or if the initial reports had been incorrect.
It said I didn’t know its true name and thus had no power to make demands of a denizen of Hell, and that I was bound to be consumed by the fire of the Endless Pandemonium.
The electric motor hummed.I told it that was no way to make friends.