Angels and Demons

The angels and demons war as a steady hand lined her eyes in black. She carefully layered smoky shades across her lids and swept lipstick across her lips, critically surveying her reflection.

The angels plead for her to turn around. One screams loudly that she had time to head home. Another insists she stop her plans immediately. At the same time, the devils encourage her onward to action, reminding her she didn't come all this way just for a quick trip to the state line.

She stepped away from the mirror long enough to slither into her black dress. It plunged low in the front, leaving little to the imagination. Loving the way the silk swirled against her calves as she moved, she began to set the scene.

In the flickering light cast by the candles and crackling fire, the angels pummel her with images...images of her husband...of her children...of her parents smiling at her, so proud as she conducted her first big on air interview. The happy pictures of her life and family flew at a dizzying pace.

These thoughts were not welcome here.

Shaking her head gently, chestnut curls tumbled over her tanned shoulders. The champagne opened with a satisfying pop. Music, soft and sultry, floated out of the speakers.

Staring at the flames, the devils tease her with images so vivid she flushed with excitement. Memories from another time, the not so distant past, left her breathless with anticipation. Waiting was never her forte and the bed loomed so large and inviting...

It wouldn't be long now.

She turned slowly at the sound of the door opening as her guest had arrived. Her painted lips turned upward in a smug grin. The first touch sealed his fate and the battle was won.

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Angels and Demons was a Magpie Tale. Wondering what happens next? Check back on Thursday.