This piece was written for the Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘deal’.
Galatians 6:7 (modernised for gender equity) ‘Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a woman soweth, that shall she also reap.’
Harper, with her companion in tow, knocked confidently on the door that displayed a brass name plate engraved with the name ‘Mr. B. L. Zebub, Esq., Life Coach and Death Doula.’
A smooth-shaven, elegantly dressed man with an ingratiating smile and eyes that drilled into your very core greeted her ceremoniously and said softly ‘I sense you have made your decision and that we have a deal.’
Harper replied firmly ‘I have and I would like to proceed with you ensuring that my novel is published and feted throughout my lifetime and remains a staple of the canon long after I am dead.’
The man made a pretense of not having already known that and handed her a contract that assigned Harper’s soul to him for eternity, and which he insisted was to be signed with her own blood, and, nodding towards her companion, said ‘I see you have brought your own witness.’
‘Yes’ she replied ‘this is Truman, who appears under another name in my novel, and who may well be a future customer of yours; he likes writing in cold blood.’
Harper then signed with a vigorous flourish, killing the querulous mocking bird of doubt in one fell swoop, and reveled in thoughts of the wages of her sin.