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February 23, 2012
I had a talk with the Devil. He came over for tea, but all I had was Dr. Pepper. We still used the good china. After a moment of silence punctuated by the sound of soda fizzling musically against the sides of the teacups, I finally cleared my throat and asked him the question that had haunted me for months.

"Who is she?"

He pursed his lips, "hmmm," smiled, "ah-hmmm," and stirred his drink with the sugar spoon. "Are you sure you want to know the answer?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes!"

"You."

"W-what?"

"She's you."