crossroads

make amends

a table appeared onto the seashells road, over the spot where the box was buried. where many other had been and many will be.

"tell me. what could you want with me?" the voices put venom into their words. acid dripped from the syllables.

"a favor."

the voices laughed, a sharp sound. it rang like nails on a chalkboard through the dark. "i don't do favors, i make deals."

"one in the same."

"oh, no they aren't. deals are fair and square, a favor, you never know what sin you'll have to committ."

"sin? you're the devil! lucifer! belzebub, the morning star. and you want to talk to me about sin?"

the glistening razor wings held themselves to her throat. ruby reds glowered into her soul. "i was an angel first, darling."