“For your price range, we got a real beauty.”
The salesman smirked at Joe’s credit chip; he led him into
the dim, flickering recesses of the hold, to an ancient maintenance shuttle in
flaking yellow.
It would do. Just a little conversion and it would be the perfect
mule for his nasty, little dark matter bomb.
A short trip to the sun, and then... the final eclipse. A
hole punched into another dimension – let’s call it hell, for the sake of
argument. A gateway, for a race long fallen, banished.
For this betrayal, he had been promised his heart’s
desires.
(Originally written for Lily Childs' Friday Prediction)
Love it. Readers often say 'you should expand this story' and that's definately the case with this!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jack. =)
DeleteI think the essence of flinging the ol' 'deal with the devil' forward in time needs no more, but I can see the rest expanded. But then I might have to give it a happy ending... and I don't think it deserves one. ;)
Or maybe it doesn't need a happy ending. It wouldn't be the first time I've destroyed the Earth... I'm sure it won't be the last... ;)
Makes me wonder what his heart's desires might be...nothing good, presumably :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm not even sure they were specified in the deal, but, you know, your heart's desires... what would you do?
DeleteThanks, Li. =)
Nice and dark. Beware Joe, such a race may not be all you would wish for when it comes to fulfilling their promises.
ReplyDeletePrecisely, Steve. =)
DeleteIt's an old tale, but a good one. =)
Yeah, nice and dark.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tim. =)
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