When she was young she could never choose. There were too many favorites. Lucky Charms. Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Cocoa Puffs. Even Cheerios on occasion. Her mom always got frustrated, because she’d settle on one, and five minutes later want to run and grab another. Nothing looks as delicious as the cereal not picked.

As an adult, Stacy keeps it simple. Always granola. But tonight she’s in the mood for something new. 20 minutes later, and she is still trying to decide.

“Got it.”

“And how about you, Lou?”

“Trust me. I’ve got it.”

“And Mel?”

Ed was head of the crew. They needed to take Mrs. Franzberg’s piano up to the second floor. Ed repeated the question.

“Hey, you, Mel?”

“Piece ‘a cake, Ed.”

So now they were ready to lift the grand piano up the staircase.

“Okay… Here we go. One, two…”

“Wait a min…”

That was Mel.

“Three.”

The gentleman picking out fruit at the corner stand. The woman walking her dog towards him. The delivery man checking over the boxes in back of his truck. Never mind it was ten in the evening.

Not one person glanced in his direction.

He stopped at the newsstand, looked over the headlines, asked about the impending strike at the local paper. The vendor grunted noncommittally.

He fished into his pocket, as if looking for change, and drew in one smooth motion.

Debra completed the tour with a flourish and, rather than attempt the hard sell, left David and Barb to do the heavy lifting.

“I love it, honey.” David cringed, having asked his wife to hide her enthusiasm. She was an eternal optimist, while he spent most of his waking hours dreaming of all the ways his life might begin crumbling around him. Opposites and all that.

I was about to make my way back to the resistance when I heard another set of footsteps. I braced myself and reached for my weapon, but it was gone. Traitorous monster, I thought. He swiped my knife.

“I didn’t say you were crazy. I said this is crazy.”

“I’m not crazy!”

Adrian and Eugene stared acrimoniously at each from across the bedchamber. They both understood what the other was thinking. Only one of them had a gun. Only one of them had threatened to kill themself if the other went through on their threat to leave forever.

Only one of them had contracted with a lesser demon to guarantee a lifetime spent together in mutual bliss, only to realize that bargaining with a fiend never ends well.