hope you guess my name

Lucian believed people spoke and acted on one wave-length, but their true intentions had a different vibration that only he could sense.

Mary lived across the street. She was always cordial but he knew she abhorred him by the way she coiled her hair around her fingers whenever they spoke. That was his invitation.

She returned home at 3am to find him struggling with packages, “Need a hand Lucian?” “Thanks Mary.” Upstairs she saw the chair and tools. Then she saw nothing.

She awoke strapped in the chair, mouth clamped open. With scalpel in hand, Lucian whispered, “Speak no evil.”

sympathy for devil

photo credit: Ted Strutz