Arts
MineBy Jeff Hite“Mine!” The demon in the parking garage screamed.“But this is my spot.” Steve whined.“Mine.” The demon screamed again this time advancing on his car.“But, really I have the parking tag and everything.”“Mine, mine, mine!”“Look I understand you are upset but I paid for this spot.”“Mine.”“I don’t know what I want you to do?”The demon looked at him for a moment, tilting its head to one side. “You have to go down to the parking office and tell them they gave you someone else’s spot, this is mine and you can’t have it.”