The Feast of Devil and Angel in a Person’s Head

By Daisy

Devil waited impatiently for Angel to come. He had been waiting for the last half hour, and was getting bored sick of it. Suddenly, Angel whooshed in breathlessly through the right ear. “Sorry I’m late, Devil,” she panted, “I was just making sure Jacqueline didn’t cheat in her physics test after all.” “I’m starving!” snarled Devil, “Get the food out at once!”

So Angel got out the food. For her share, she had brought romance pies, savoury generosity pancakes, prawn and bravery rolls, consideration cupcakes and courage salad. And for Devil’s share, because he ate bad thoughts, she had brought blame sandwiches, trouble and squeak , fib pudding, swear word patties and an enormous malice cake.

“Tuck in.” smiled Angel. They did. As they ate, they chatted about their jobs and how much they enjoyed them. “Yesterday, can you believe it, Naomi gave her brother a nosebleed, and I was too busy making Carl stop bullying Matt to do anything to stop it!” Angel told Devil. “You silly oaf,” sniggered Devil, as he dug into his thirtieth piece of malice cake. “I told Naomi to give her brother a nosebleed. Pass the blame sandwiches.”

“You know, you really should try these consideration cupcakes.” Angel suggested, “They’re bliss.” Devil glanced doubtfully at the rainbow-coloured cupcakes next to Angel. They did look irresistible.

“Maybe just one.” He took one bite, and shouted with glee. “Dee-lect-able!” He ate seventy-two before he was satisfied.

Now Devil felt a little queasy. But a moment later, he felt an irrepressible burst of love towards everyone, good or bad. “I think I’ll go home now, Angel,” he told her. “But thank you so much.” He felt he couldn’t help himself as he gave her a big hug and skipped home. And Angel realised that the consideration cupcakes had brought out the true kindness in Devil.