The devil and me.

Cat and Mouse

The devil stayed away for a long time. She was starting to believe, she was now quite alone. She woke in the garden, a summer breeze kissed her skin. The devil was there beside her. It set her in mind of something, some saying or other. Get behind me Satan, though she couldn't say where she knew the saying from.

He lay beside her like an old lover. He was stretched out in the grass, a familiar presence. He seemed languid and at ease. Very different from the devil from before, who had paced and fumed.

'I have something to show you', he said. 'No more from the past', she said. 'What is done is done'. 'Ok', he said. 'How about the future, would you like a glimpse of that?'. 'What future, I am dead remember?', she said.

'Not your future, your childs', he said. She nods, a small acknowledgment. He smiles a wolf's grin. There in front of her, her beautiful child but she has grown. She is the same height as her mum now and very lovely. She is willowy and delicate.

The scene is not right, behind her daughter a man looms. looking at her daughter she sees the same look in her eyes, as she used to wear. She remembers the excuses she made in her head for him and the litany in her head repeating things will get better.

She felt like electric had shot through her spine. Her mind suddenly completely numb. Not my baby, she thought, not her. Had she taught her by example that it was ok to accept these things?