Good Morning Sidesdale

The pan sizzled as Daisy pushed the bacon into it, letting grease release into the pan. The early morning sky greeted her from the window, making the floor a golden hue. She flipped the piece off of the pan and onto the plate. Pancakes, bacon, and eggs, it's what she makes her husband every morning.

She set it down on the table with a fork and knife and turned the dial on the radio.

"Good morning Sidesdale! It's currently 7:30 on the dot, and it's a beautiful Tuesday morning, and expected to stay beautiful for the rest of the day." She smiled and put on her rubber gloves to start cleaning up.

Daisy heard the chair pulled against the floor. "Good morning Dear. Ready for a good day of work?"

Jim didn't respond. She laughed. He barely ever responds. "Alright, I'll make your coffee. Heaven knows you can't function without it."

She tugged the gloves off and grabbed the tin that sat on the counter. She turned around and was greeted by the Devil sitting at her table.

Daisy shrieked and clutched the cross that hung around her neck letting coffee grinds spill onto the floor.

He took a bite out of the bacon. "What's the matter, Honey? Is there something on my face?"

She held the cross out in front of her. "Get out of my house! Where's Jim?!"

The Devil smiled. "Let's have a conversation. We can start with small talk, or get straight to the business if you prefer."

Daisy sobbed and cross dug into her palm.

"I'll talk and you just chime in whenever you're ready." He cleared his plate and got up. Daisy darted to the side as he placed it in the sink. "Jim is just a pain, isn't he? Like this morning, if he saw you didn't have his coffee hot and ready for him, what would he have done?"

"Black and Blue would have been you!" The radio chimed in.

"Why do you even stay? A smart, strong woman like you could do anything she likes, any man would be lucky to court her! So why?'

Daisy shook her head. "I won't listen to the lies of the devil. I demand you to leave my home."

"Ooh!" The radio mocks. "She 'demands' does she?" It started laughing and rocking, and a black substance started to leak from its corners.

"I'll leave, but you have to make me. Prove that you're strong enough to make me leave, by any means necessary."

She glanced at the knife the Devil had left on the table.

"Do it!" The radio gurgled, almost completely covered in black. "Take him before he takes your soul!"

Daisy walked towards the table while the Devil stared out at the golden sky. She felt the plastic handle in her grip as she walked forward.

With a risen hand, Daisy lunged forward and fell onto the floor of the empty kitchen.

The knife landed in the pile of blood and coffee grinds.

"And with that, let's get some music playing for all you folks! Once again, it's 8:00 on a sunny morning, so go out and try to enjoy it." The red-stained radio started playing a peppy piano.

Daisy stood up and brushed off her skirt, smearing blood on it. She walked over and saw the plate she made untouched. She left a footprint that shone in the golden light of the sky.

"Huh." She picked it up and discarded it into the garbage. "I suppose he wasn't hungry."