Cynthia Parker

The demon whispered in the dark, its voice cutting the silence with an electric edge. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Yes, I am sure that I never want to see him again.”

“Done,” he replied.

Silence followed.

I waited, expecting to be thrust back into familiar surroundings, but without my aggravating, sniveling, pathetic excuse of a husband.

Nothing but darkness and silence.

“Hello?” I whispered.

“HELLO!”

Panic filled my chest. Reaching out my hands, I met walls at arms’ length on all sides. No door. No light switch. Nothing.

I got what I asked for.