Note: This story is very Sarah Kuhn-esque. I was reading her book, Heroine Complex when I wrote this.
Prompt: Chasing the Enemy
Words: demon, bystander, escaped, parakeet, destiny, hammer, singing, ash, cathedral, heels
Why did I have today of all days to wear heels? The thought echoed through my brain with every painful step.
Of course it happened on the day I was singing at the cathedral for a friend’s wedding. We didn’t know anything was wrong until ash floated down on the bride and groom instead of rice or flower petals.
The death squawk rang out across the sanctuary as the demon parakeet dive bombed a bystander. That’s when I went to work. Destiny totally sucks when I was rocking the high notes. Now I had to rock the running heels trying to catch a molting, flittery BIRD. How it escaped the portal traps I had no idea, but I was NOT about to let it attack and feed.
I wish I knew where these things I was “chosen” to kill had come from then maybe we could figure out why these chirpy demons demanded pounds of flesh, but until then?
The demon lit on a bird feeder in the garden. I removed my shoes. It might not be a hammer, but the metal spikes worked as well as a bludgeon. Now to find a stain remover to get demon guts and feathers out of my dress.