I went out with the Devil’s only daughter. Or so she said.
“You’d be surprised how many girls claim that,” I teased her. She just smiled.
It didn’t work out, but we remained friends.
Now I’m in Hell; God knows why. And the Devil just gave me an encouraging nod.
Anu Varik is not famous. She might be one day.
Not So Lucky Break…
Purple leaves dance like hands in the breeze, calling attention to leafy friends across an autumn-tinted pond. Golden branches sway too, catching the eyes of late sun-worshippers flaunting the burning rays of Indian summer. Invisible grey skin under a pond’s ripples, a friend’s last gasping breath unfortunately missed.