A Fig for All the Devils

by C.S. Fritz

“she knew she was really sad, when she stopped loving the things she loved.” - atticus finch

“Evil?” The Reaper called back, a noticeable change in tone. “You’re wrong, Sonny. Would you call the blade in surgery ‘evil’ even though it cuts away the disease? Would you call lightning ‘evil’ even though it brings with it the rain to feed your crops? Sonny, I am not evil. I am the reaction to your world’s evil. I exist, because your sin exists.”