it’s the damnedest thing

: I ask the Devil about the lipstick on his teeth and he licks it off, before I can applaud him on the color. “That was a warm-up,” I say. “Shall we begin?”
: “Been a journalist long?”
: “I ask the questions. You answer them. That’s how an interview works. So tell me. You miss the old days when you had wings?”
: He smiles and studies the floor. “Turn off the recorder. Then I’ll tell you. Please?”
: “So polite. Dad must be proud.”
: The Devil then tells a tale I can only take to the grave — the one he’s agreed to come to personally, so I don’t get lost later.

{flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
{art ~ Hannah Adamaszek}


Follow me on Twitter and Facebook.

Read my stories on art, culture, and mindfulness on Accord Progression and its Facebook page.

About FictionMostly


One comment

  1. Would love to know what that tale entailed.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: