Ragtag Daily Prompt: Windbag

Satan’s bedroom door was opened just a crack, so Maxwell could hear the Evil One coughing- the deep, hacking sounds of the dedicated smoker. “Come in, Max! Come in!” Shouted Satan in between expectorations. Maxwell pushed the door open with his muzzle and made his way into the room. It was a mess. On the floor was scattered an arrangement of spent tissues, beer cans, underwear, half-eaten sandwiches and cigarette butts. Roaches scurried about, feasting on their good fortune.

“Tell me, Max. How goes it with the latest family? I want a full report, and don’t be a pompous windbag about it.”

Published by Russell Smith

I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, Nigel, Pirouette and GarGar.

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