The day Maude died she expected it. The white daisies rambling across the mustard colored wallpaper had already begun mourning. Large drops of water appeared over them and rolled to the floor.
“Good.” She mumbled. “This living business is for the birds.”
Maude glowered from her 5th story window.
At 11:59 she felt the air being sucked from the room as it began to spin. Her exhilaration dissipated when Gary appeared.
“What are you doing here?” Gary shrugged and motioned to the room as if to ask why he wouldn’t be.
“This wallpaper is a crime to interior design. Christ Maude, is this where you’ve been hiding?”
“I’ve never known you to be a connoisseur of design.”
“Down to business; I’m a busy demon. You’re not dying today Maude.”
Rage rushed from her toes to the very tips of her hair.
“What?! Do you know how long I’ve been here?! 1,517 years Gary!”
“I know, but they like the work you’re doing down here.”
“No! No! No!” The smirk dancing across Gary’s lips was enough to send her into overdrive. “Go get the kerosene. We’re going to the council.”
Gary’s smirk turned to a deep frown.
Word Count: 198
For Sunday Photo Fiction
Kelley Farrell 
That was wonderful…you lead me in one direction and quite unexpectedly turn me in another.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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What a fascinating take on the prompt! I like your idea that Maude will appeal to the council by fire!
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Thank you Penny! It could prove to be an interesting way to sway them
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Maude wants to die and experience devil’s company, but her transfer application was not being accepted! Good to meet council men by setting herself on fire with Kerosene. But if her petition is rejected, how is she going to comeback?
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Maybe she plans to burn the council instead of herself … we shall see.
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