Abigail sat next to her lawyer and doodled absently on a yellow legal pad. The first few days of the inquisition had been interesting, and she was on the edge of her seat anticipating the verdict. But as the days wore on and the jury remained undecided, she grew bored. The demon lawyer, who was a towering eight feet tall and looked like a wild boar standing on hind legs, was addressing the eight jury members. She only half listened as he ran through the list of her sins—again. His deep guttural voice broke through her thoughts as he turned and addressed her directly, but she had stopped looking up days earlier. He wasn’t expecting a response, and one didn’t matter anyway. Abigail had done all she could do; she lived her life. It was now up to the angels and demons to decide her soul’s fate.
November 10, 2010
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What if you were the mother of the Antichrist? The beginning of a great and funny story "The Last Temptation" by my friend Pembroke Sinclair, who is my coconspirator, my buddy in the trenches, my wonderful writing friend. Someday, you watch, she's going to be pre-eminent in her genre. You can read this whole story on Mirror Dance.