The Devil is Cold

Flash fic by Gabor Csigas ©2007 | First published at dA (alt. title)

Cover drawing by Gabor Csigas

This is the guy who bloody stole my boots.

See how dead he is? Gripping my boots like that, white knuckles, a face like a fist clenched by fear. His last moment. So unpleasant, it must’ve been, stealing my boots — my boots that I take back now, and pull on.

Right.

It ain’t easy, doing that, with my cloven feet and all. A fearful sight, I tell you.

Yeah, nobody steals the old goat’s boots off his feet and lives.

Nobody.