“Who’s
Got Your Back?”
A Real Dream
Years later, I still remember the dream.
A noise in the basement woke me. I flipped on the light at the top of the stairs and wiped sleep from my eyes. The old pine boards creaked with every step.
At the bottom I turned and saw a man.
At the bottom I turned and saw a man.
The devil’s nondescript body lacked a red suit, pitchfork, pointy tale, sharp beard, and horns. But the evil oozing forth erased all doubts about his identity.
Satan
spoke. I’ve forgotten his words, but I'm sure whatever he said was a lie.