The One

by John Marrs

What a coincidence, so was I. So tell me a little about my wife-to-be, as I only know the basics. It’d be nice to find some common ground before I book the register office. No church then? No, satanists like me aren’t welcome there. Something we have in common, she replied and included a smiling devil icon. What do you do for a living? Steal their souls. No, I said what do you do FOR a living, not WITH the living.

If he wanted to talk, he would have to come to her. She would not pander to any man.