I have a flash story out in the latest issue of The Quiet Ones. Excerpt:
I lost Asmodeus on Tuesday evening. I didn’t mean to release him. When I got him, I promised the housemates I would absolutely keep him under control. (I also swore he wouldn’t destroy a single thing, not even the tiniest corner of the meanest stick of furniture. Fortunately, my room’s furniture didn’t count.) Asmodeus defeated me by farting.