A New Deal

by solaris2001

The Devil sat across the table from the hopeful, ambitious young man. He forgot where they met, maybe a conference. It didn’t matter. Millions of times before, the same deal. Boring. Like a heroin addict, the pleasure depleted long ago. Always the same deal: a fortune in exchange for the last day of his life. The healthy, hopeful, ambitious young man stayed optimistic. What did that last, decrepit, distant day matter in a lifetime? Both smiling, they shook hands, deal sealed. Disappointed, his hopeful, ambitious smile fading, the young man slumped in his chair quietly, his debt paid in full.