Spicy Little Curses

by J.T. Geissinger

Standing out on the sidewalk, I felt slightly ridiculous, pounding on the door with my fist like a determined Girl Scout trying to sell cookies to a vampire.

“You have a genetic disorder that makes you supernaturally surly and uncooperative?”

The little psychopath was actually bewitching.

But I’m not the killing type. Unless you’re talking about the ungodly amount of carnitas platters I’ve murdered in my lifetime, because if we’re counting those, I’m a serial killer.”