“Your contract is up,” the demon declares. “Eternal damnation awaits!”

The witch doesn’t move. “About that,” she says. “I… may have signed the contract using someone else’s blood.”

“Whose blood?”

Her eyes, alight with mischief, dart toward his bandaged foot. The demon suddenly has a very bad feeling about this.

C.M.F. Wright (@cmf_wright) is an avid reader and sentence wrangler. Her short stories have appeared in Daily Science Fiction, Fifty Word Stories, Microfiction Monday, and Syntax & Salt Magazine.