by Greg M. Hall
the lid shut.
That would be the last he’d have to see of those two. If he needed some laundry done, and somebody to run him a bath, there were far more friendly demons available. And he knew all their names. And how to summon them.
The temptation, however great it would have been for anyone else, faded quickly from Harry’s thoughts. And as he took off his ruined clothing and tossed it, shoes and all, into his wastebasket, he was already forgetting about it.
After all, it was getting close to eight. Mythbusters would soon come on.
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About the Author:
In addition to the Fantasy novel Stunted and action/suspense novel Traffic Control, Greg M. Hall has a couple dozen stories published online and in print. For more of his stories, visit his website at www.gregmhall.com, his podcast at www.killbox.mevio.com, or his blog at sf.gregmhall.com. He lives in eastern Nebraska with his wife, a bunch of kids, and pet tortoise.
