The devil and me.

Why me?

She studied the man before her. Wondering at his words. 'Why do you walk with me? Who are you', she said. 'Nobody of any consequence', he replied amused with himself again. 'Why can you see and hear me, if I'm dead', she said. 'I always see and hear the dead, somebody has to', he said with resignation.

'What about God?', she said pointing upwards. 'What about him, if he even exists', he smirked at this. 'Is this Limbo, you know an in-between place?', she asked.

'Yes, which means you must have something unresolved', he said. 'My life was unresolved, I wasn't ready to go', she said bitterly. 'When is anyone ready to go really?', he said. She hated the fact that right now what he was saying made perfect sense.

'I am a mum, I should be with my daughter', she said tears threatening. 'What if someone, could offer you a way home?', he said eyes wider than his smile. 'Dead is gone', she said. 'Yet here you are, in a place more fiction than fact. Isn't it time to adjust your beliefs?', he said.

'I'd ride to hell in a hand basket, if I could only be with my daughter again', she said.