The Contract

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Entry to this week’s Sunday Photo Fictioner!

Lancelot repeatedly dove headfirst from the church steeple onto the stony road below. However, neither ground nor body gave way, denying his soul passage to the after-life.

“Mephistopheles!” he rages. “Show yourself!”

Mephistopheles materializes over the unbroken road. “Ah, it’s good to see you too Sir Lancelot. I hope your time on Earth is well-spent? chuckle”

“We had a done deal! A millennium of servitude for a life of immortality. What’s the meaning of this?”

“It seems our terms are still in effect. I’ve already granted your immortality; are the conditions not up to your satisfaction?”

“You devil! Suspending the passage of time was not part of the arrangement. Nothing I do now matters.”

“Oh!… Mattering was never part of the arrangement after the world froze. Your flesh will not decay. Your bones will never break. You need not even breathe for the air does not move. Death becomes no subject to you and you no subject to the world. Ingenious no?”

“God dammit! Is it too late to revise our agreement?”

“My apologies but only God’s grace can sever a contract as this. After-all, you proposed the initial terms. HE filled in the missing details.”

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7 responses »

    • Grace will be given, but in an unexpected way. Lancelot has all the time in the world to travel and see this frozen world. May he learn his lesson and the effects of his past servitude in another way.

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