Fiction
The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie
“So it says here that you don’t know why you’re here,” the Devil said looking across his desk at a young man.
“I don’t get it. I was a good person. I shouldn’t be here.”
“Hmmmm. You didn’t steal?”
“Nope.”
“Drink and drive?”
“Never.”
“Tell a woman she should smile more.”
“No.”
“Wear white after labor day?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Well this is interesting. It’s not often appeals get kicked all the way up here. You should be honored.”
“To be in Hell?”
“You’ll stay here with that kind of attitude.”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry…”
“Sorry…sir?”
“I was looking for my lord, but sir will do.”
The Devil poured over the notes. He wanted to make sure the guy belonged down here. If not, his brother would never let him hear the end of it.
“Aha!”
“I’m going back?”
“No.”
“No?”
“It says here you wore a fedora.”
