Knock Knock, Open Wide

by Neil Sharpson

The stamps were all pictures of Irish wildlife; squirrels, rabbits, and a fox. On a whim, she looked through the book again until she found a magpie. It was only worth a penny, but she affixed it next to the fox. Maybe the penny would make the difference. Or, if nothing else, ensure that the fox did not go hungry.

He was dying in a room with a priest, but there would be no last rites to give meaning to his passing. He ended the matter in chaos.

You have to get the devils drunk before you can hear the gossip in Hell.