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Little Book 3

I hate dealing with auto accidents. I myself have a terrible driving record and therefore have a lot of experience with it, but yesterday my wife had her first. No, nobody was hurt except the car and no, it wasn’t her fault.

I feel sorry for her. I have been through this and it sucks. There really isn’t any other way to say it. This wasn’t bad, but still.

Enjoy the third installment of this serial.

L. E. White

Little Book 3

Joey picked up a knife and smeared a thick layer of cream cheese across his bagel. The sun was coming in through the windows of his apartment and he smiled at the birds that flittered around on the balcony. The leaves in the park were starting to change color and for one of the first times in years, he was excited and happy. Things were going his way.

The clicking of heels from the next room warned him of his guest. He sat down his breakfast and waited, watching the doorway until she walked into view. “Hello Claire,”

“Sir, I have last night’s numbers.”

The busty woman walked over and sat a tablet computer beside his hand. Joey smiled and nodded his thanks while brushing off his fingers before touching the device. He flipped through the notes and numbers, taking stock of all the figures before pushing it away and taking a sip from his coffee.

“We have a problem,” he said.

“What is that sir?” Claire sat forward, her expressionless face angled to look at the tablet. “The numbers seem to be increasing. The lady is happy with your efforts. What problem do you see?”

“It isn’t your problem, its mine,” Joey said. He reached forward and pointed towards the top of the report. “This doesn’t add up, which means that someone is skimming.”

Claire nodded. “You are correct, but from our point of view, it is acceptable.”

Joey shook his head. “But from mine it isn’t. If they think they can rob from me, then they will start doing jobs on their own. When that happens, your numbers will fall because your people won’t be with them to collect.”

Claire sat back up straight and nodded. She stared at him with her expressionless face, waiting.

“I told you that you don’t have to keep that shape in here. I don’t care what you look like. Relax.”

Claire grinned, the only sign of emotion that Joey would get from her, and relaxed. Her body shifted, moving from solid to liquid and then back before she took on her true form. In the blink of an eye, the beautiful, busty woman with the big eyes was gone and a heavy, hairless creature with metallic skin sat in her place.

“Do you allow the others to do this,” Claire asked.

“Yeah. If there aren’t people around to scare then I figure you guys need to be able to let your hair down. I know the secret, no reason to worry about it.”

Claire nodded but didn’t say anything.

“So, how did Morrin deal with this?”

Clare shrugged. “Morrin wasn’t smart enough to notice things like this. He never dealt with anything.”

“Do you have a suggestion?”

Claire’s tongue darted out and made a circuit around the beast’s lips. “In our home, if someone steals from another and is caught, they are eaten.”

Joey looked at whatever it really was; he called them demons, and nodded. “Thing is that I don’t want to kill them. This thief is good enough to be valuable. I need to teach a lesson without losing an operator.”

Claire nodded but said nothing. They sat there in silence for a moment before hearing a click from the front door.

Claire was back in her form before Joey turned away. He turned to look at their guest, his hand beside him, on the pistol that was holstered in his chair, and relaxed when another of the demons came in.

As soon as it saw Claire, the man transformed from a tall, slender blonde man into a short, fat red monster with wisps of white hair coming out of its joints.

Claire shifted back as well while the other creature joined them at the table. “So how did it go last night, Red?” Joey asked after the thing had settled into a chair.

“The new kid ran too slowly and the police arrested him.” Joey grinned at the Spanish accent this demon used. It had taken time, but he was growing fond of most of the creatures that worked for him. They all went on jobs with the humans, offering backup and in some cases, magical assistance, without the mortals knowing that they were not regular men.

“Can we get him out without stirring up the cops?”

Red nodded.

“Ok, make it happen tonight. Let’s get him before his mother finds out.”

Red left and Claire tilted its head while looking at Joey. “Why do you care about the young one’s mother?”

“Because, if she tries to help him, then she will start stirring up attention.”

The pair sat while Joey finished his breakfast. After he sat his fork down, he turned to face his guest fully. “Can you tell me exactly which one of the guys is causing the discrepancy?”

“No, the balance is a total in the morning. We merely collect.”

Joey nodded, stood and stretched. “Well, I think it’s time we changed the collections a bit.”

Claire looked at him for a second before nodding. “I see. That will be easily done.”

“Good,” Joey said as he unbelted his robe and turned towards the bedroom. “When you leave send Amber up here. I am wanting a massage before I head to storage.”

Claire nodded, resumed her form and headed out to get the human woman that Joey had selected for his physical pleasure. The demon smiled a devious and viscous smile as she headed out. Claire wouldn’t have admitted it, but she was very happy that the new boss preferred the physical attention of a human to that of a demon. Humans were disgusting.

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Categories: Flash Fiction, Random, serial
  1. October 11, 2013 at 12:28 AM

    That’s the rule at my house, too: thieves are eaten.

    • October 11, 2013 at 8:37 AM

      In my house that depends. If you hold up one finger in a little hook and say ‘Rrrrrr’ then you are allowed to steal food from others because being a pirate it pretty cool.

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