Monday, April 27, 2009
“You’re late home.”
Despite the innocuous statement, within the words were embedded both question and accusation – Why are you late? and “What have you been doing?” Jasfoup flinched at the tone and mentally backpedalled.
“I had some bubblewrap,” he said, as if that explained everything. “I was sat in the park popping it. I couldn’t stop.”
Julie continued polishing the kitchen table. In her high chair, Lucy made spit bubbles and drawings in mashed peas. Jasfoup looked away. There were some things even a demon couldn’t stomach. Julie glanced up. “Tch,” she said.
Such a simple sound, but one which managed to convey both derision and disappointment. Jasfoup visibly wilted and hardly had the strength to click his fingers for Devious to make tea.
“They didn’t put that in the exorcist’s handbooks,” Julie said. “Imagine hoe well the Catholics would have managed if they had bubble wrap.”
“It wasn’t about in those days.” Jasfoup sat in the easy chair and pulled out a small package. “If they’d had these, though…”
“What are they?”
“Computer chips. I borrowed them off Harry for the night. There’s something about them that’s creepy but I can’t decide what.”
Julie took one fom him and stared at it with her supernatural eye. “They’re spirit cages,” she said. “Inside each chip is a sliver of bone with a spirit imprisoned inside.”
“Really?” said Jasfoup. “Why didn’t Hell think of this?”
“Because there is nothing so terrible as human innovation.”
“That’s horrible.” Jasfoup paused. “Anyone we know?”