Ten-Minute Write, No. 1

The demon threw the decapitated baby on the floor and said, “Your point?”

The human in the room found this quite disconcerting. “I really didn’t think it was going to come to that.”

Five days ago, he’d been eating ice cream in the park with his mother, who’d wanted nothing more than to explain the virtues of some magic hooks she’d bought from the home shopping channel.

“You should buy them. You’d see,” his mother had said. “But you don’t care about how cluttered your apartment gets. That’s the problem with you.”

Not the only problem, Harry thought now. I also let babies die in front of me.