I, Effing Feline, woke up after a nap and needed a change. Should I walk down the hall to a different bedroom? Take my toys from their box and scatter them across the living room and dining room floors? Search for somewhere other than the litter box to relieve myself?
No, too much work. Instead, I’m going to change the book I’m snipping snippets from. My servant, Ed Hoornaert, aka Mr Valentine, has a short story collection coming out soon, titled Future Love. (I didn’t ask when — too much work.) Here’s the opening of Devil, Devil, which was previously published in On Spec, a science fiction magazine.
Devil, devil, I used to be a devil. That was my job, my calling, my pride.
Of course, no one thought of me as a devil, but as a Voice. I’m the only one—my secret!—who knows the difference: Devil, not Voice.
Why am I no longer one of the chosen few, the heroic time travelers, the Voices? It’s the oldest story in the world—because of a woman. Adam and Eve … Samson and Delilah …
Me and Laila.
Oh, Laila. My beloved Laila, who doesn’t even know I exist.
Effing Feline again. Nice and short, eh? Using a longer snippet was too much work.