Lucifer’s Last Love
Every story has two sides. And so does love…
Every story has two sides. And so does love…
His abrupt departure left a silence she could not easily fill.
And they call us poor, Father, as if it were a curse.
His children didn’t notice the look in their father’s eyes that afternoon; the present is all they cared for.
Her father stood up from his seat slowly until he towered over the Mayor whose head now reached no higher than the Butcher’s paunch. And like the volcano that created their island, he erupted…