For Our Light Affliction
by Stephen S. Power
When Satan comes out of Whole Foods, dressed as an old lady, He finds his car surrounded by other shoppers. Inside His bichon is yapping like mad and pawing the windows.
"You should be ashamed," a woman in yoga pants says, "leaving your dog in there with the windows closed."
"Do you know how hot it must be?" her husband says.
"He likes the heat," Satan says.
"That's horrible," a man with a tire iron says. "I was about to break a window."
"You wouldn't want to do that."
The bichon throws itself against the windshield to emphasize the point.
Tire Iron steps back. "For Christ's sake, give him some air."