“Demonology” by Aubrey Eisel
Her eyes bulge out of their sockets. She’s breathing heavily through her nose because her jaw is clenched tight. That vein in her forehead is even going again. Thump, thump, thump, it pulses. She can’t seem to find the words to verbally accost me for my actions. That never happens. She’s a writer and a second-generation Grammar Nazi, words are …