God looks across the table at Satan. Their monthly meeting almost over.
“I went to the crossroads yesterday. Meet a boy with a guitar.” God dramatically pauses.
Satan spits out his fermented rare beast. He starts laughing his best maniacal laughter.
“You know the soul is traded for playing that guitar!”
“Silence!” God’s voice shakes the world. “You fool! I told him, he well play the most popular music ever! Glorious choruses! He’ll possess an angel’s voice.”
“Almighty, you know music doesn’t have….. the same soul. Violence, drugs, broken lives… why it isn’t even my birthday!” Satan cackles. His red face glowing with envy over the rich feelings from taking souls.
“He will play Christian rock. Psalms from the holiest book! The most popular book ever printed! He will spread my word!” God again shaking the world with the voice.
“Good luck with that God. I’m guessing we can bet lunch on my trip tomorrow. Give it a year, see who sells more. …. deal?!” Satan hisses.
Written as part of a weekly challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers. https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/02/29/fffaw-week-of-03-01-2016/