Angel and the Devil
Angel had seen it on TV nearly ten years ago, but it stuck with her all these years. She knew that at being nearly thirty-four she should be over it by now, but every time she stepped into the bathroom the image of that snake slithering out of the toilet pushed its way to the front of her brain. Every time she entered that bathroom she had to take a quick peek before she sat down.
David, her little dog, came running through the bathroom doorway just as she entered. She picked him up and scratched behind his ears before setting him down again. He sat in front of her and stared up as she unbuttoned and slid her pants down around her thighs. David pulled his front paws off the ground and stood up on his hind legs. Angel laughed. Classic begging pose, only David wasn’t looking for a treat; all he wanted was attention.
Angel plopped on the seat and reached for David. At that moment she felt it strike.