Tuesday, June 14, 2011

The Merest Fraction of a Soul

"I don't know about this," said Brenda. She glanced nervously behind her as the incubus pushed her chair in. He winked.

"Hon, it's fine," said Jon. "It's like fast food. A little bit every now and then won't hurt much."

"But it does hurt?"

"Madam," said their waiter, materializing in a puff of brimstone, "there is no pain at all here. We offer the finest earthly pleasures in a strict transactional mode. The most succulent meats, the most delicate glazes..."

"I'm vegetarian."

"How wise. Healthy and moral." The waiter smiled, revealing razor teeth. "Shall we start with a salad, then?"

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