I was sitting with my book, reading, on a bench in the main railway station in Gothenburg. I was hoping to get a good long way into my book. The corner of my eye noticed the man coming to sit down next to me. I didn’t look at him, but felt that perhaps he had sat down slightly too close.
He turned to me and peered at the book.
‘Are you reading about love?’ he asked hopefully. He was foreign, and I only mention this because a Swede would not start a conversation quite like that.
I was my usual charming self, not wasting a single word on this idiot.
‘What is it about?’
‘Demons,’ I snapped.
‘Are you travelling to Stockholm?’ he wanted to know, presumably stumped by the demons.
He was sufficiently astute to decide to leave and try some other witch, on some other bench. There was no love to be got from me. Not even a travelling companion to Stockholm.
A big Thank You to Jon Mayhew for writing about demons, and not about love.