the deal


Maybe it was a dream, maybe not. Everyone told me I was nuts, that I had a nightmare, that I was sleepwalking or lying.  My only defense was the gigantic burn in palm of my left hand. I said it was proof that I had been visited by the devil.

He had been hounding my dreams since the day that I would make a deal with anyone, including the devil if I could get a date  with the pretty girl down the block.

Now I knew the deal had been made. I had the mark of the devil in the middle of my palm to prove it. I couldn't wait to set up the date so right after breakfast I hurried over to her house and knocked on the door.

She answered and I swooned just looking at her. I almost couldn't say the words but they finally mumbled from my lips. She smiled and agreed to go on a date with me. Our evening was awesome. We held hands and she even let me kiss her goodnight. I felt like I could just float all the home on a cloud.

I called her the day hoping to see her again. She said she was very sorry that she couldn't. Her parents were moving and they were leaving that afternoon.

I hung up, sad and dejected but then the palm of my hand started burning. A voice that I had heard before said I have a job for you. I knew who it was but tried to pretend I didn't.
"Who are you," I asked?

"The devil," the voice replied. "I have a job for you."

"But, but...," I stammered. "The girl is gone."

"We made a deal for one date and you got that date now you need to keep your end of the bargain or you know what will happen."

I knew.  I had made the deal.  I belonged to him for ever. I had to do as I was told.

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