The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
“Well…I’m not sure how to put this…”
David blinked. “What do you mean?”
The towering gray figure before him leaved through the pages on the clipboard he held in one taloned hand. “Well, you aren’t in the database.”
“What do you mean? I worked hard to get on that list! I killed four people—one of them with my bare hands. I burned the car that three of them had been driving before they picked me up hitchhiking—with their dog inside!”
The demon jerked back a step. “Dude! That’s just cold.”
“See? I told you. I deserve to be here.”
“Deserving or not, you aren’t on my list. I can’t let you in.”
David looked over the demon’s shoulder. “Look—that guy there–” He pointed at one of the shuffling figures behind the doorman. “–I know that guy. I robbed a liquor store with him in ‘04. He can vouch for what a really horrible person I am…”
The horns on the creature’s head seemed to extend inches as David watched. “You can’t get in! Unless your name is on my list, Hell has no place for you.”
“Well, this is awkward,” David sighed. “I’m dead now, and I am certainly not getting into Heaven. Where am I supposed to go?”
“I don’t care,” answered the demon, raising one hand to stem David’s protests. “You’ve got to get out of here. The Boss does not like complications. Go on, get out of here!” He made shooing motions.
David sighed, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. “Do you at least validate?”
Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
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