“May I please have my eyes back,” asked the angel. I wasn’t sure how she knew I had them (I found them in the gutter; the dazzling green of the iris caught the sun and blinded me), but her voice was stern. I reached into the breast pocket of my jacket and handed over her eyes. The angel and I had sex and I fell in love.

Sometime later the devil came to my door, offering a cure for my heartache. “Take this,” the devil offered, extending a hand that gripped a small pill. “She will leave your mind as will the sorrow she has caused.”

I retrieved the pill from the devil’s outstretched palm. “It’s a special compound just for you,” the devil said. Small and rectangular in shape, the pill had a “K” in its center.

The devil saw me hesitate. “Or take this” – the devil produced another pill – “and be haunted by her memory until you die.”

I retrieved the additional pill and placed it on my palm next to the first pill. They were identical.

“But you may not have them both,” said the devil impatiently, glaring at me with eyes a penetrating shade of green.