This weeks writing prompt context from Janet Reid.
“It’s just a vacation,” said Stan as he flopped into a chair across from his brother’s beautiful, modern desk. “What’s the problem?”
The Prince of Darkness stopped typing and peered over his glasses at Stan. “Why in blue heaven do you need a vacation? You work at a Starbucks in downtown Queens. Part time.”
Satan sighed. “I’m Lucifer: I can’t have my siblings whining about needing a vacation from frothing lattes for coked-up hipsters.”
“Whatever,” said Stan through a frown. “Maybe I should take that rental in Soho if you’re going to be this way.”
“Fine. Don’t forget your cat.”