It really was the worst of times. Claudia looked at her hands and found they were still semi-transparent. It's one thing to wake up and find a pimple on your nose, it's quite another to find that you have no nose at all, well just a shadow of one.
"I know that I fell off the porch, headfirst," Claudia thought. "I feel okay, just my usual sinus pressure. Hey, how many ghosts have sinus problems. Maybe this just a dream."
But as she saw an ugly small demon appear in front of her, she began to question that.
The demon, for he was too ugly to be anything else, said, "Hi there, I'm your guardian angel."
Claudia eyed him as he picked his nose with a long index finger. "Do you have any id? I mean, no offense, but you're not exactly... well..."
"Sure," the demon replied, "I got id. I got ego. I got super-ego. I'm very self-aware."
"And, uh, you're my guardian angel?"
The demon flicked a booger off the end of his gnarly finger. "Face it. You need me. Here you are..."
The demon pulled a Benzedrex inhaler and a pair of spectacles from his pocket. "These should take care of your problems."
Skeptical, Claudia put on the glasses. Suddenly her hand came into solid focus and she could find her nose in the mirror. She took a deep pull on the inhaler and her sinus pain disappeared.
Sometimes the simplest explanation is the most likely.
And demons suck at fiction.
Opening: R.T. Davis.....Continuation: anon.