Little Girl Demons
When we were children you made up people - angels and demons, and I believed them. The angel was named Shari and she protected you. She knew you by the crystal you carried in your small and thin little hand. You would interpret for me all of the lovely things she said. And the demon, his name was the joker – after Batman, and he toyed with us, scared us by creating cold spots...
You disapprove of science fiction and fantasy, and well anything that you consider unrealistic, which is actually all of fiction. You tell me you enjoyed it as a small and naïve child, but now you know the world is filled with enough strangeness for a lifetime. In a way, I don’t blame you. It’s frightening – the way you can want so badly to curl up into a world where anything is...