Smells Like
Nirvana
by Tiffany H.
White
Her mother
didn’t like the way her daughter was acting.
Everyone knows adolescent girls can be little
devils but Linda was out of control.
“I fear
it is a bad case of teenage angst.” The
doctor said and prescribed Ritalin, wholesome
nutrition, and an exorcise plan.
It didn’t
end well.
Linda refused
the pills, insisted on soup and was extremely
rude to the priest.
“My work
here is done.” The exorcist pulled on
his battered old homburg hat with a sigh. “The
devil’s advocate claims possession is nine-tenths
of the lore and I can’t argue with that.”
Linda turned
her head slowly and grinned a terrible smirk.
“These things happen. No judgment. Have a
good trip.” Linda didn’t struggle
with her inner demons: they kept her grounded.
Perhaps her
mother should give that a go.
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