From Don Massenzio’s Stock Photo Challenge
About to make my third billion, the news came.
Terminal cancer. Unacceptable.
I set up an urgent meet. Instead of shaking on it, we clinked beer bottles. He’d have as much control as me. Deal done.
What could go wrong?
So focused on wording my request for eternal life carefully, I forgot to stipulate that my body lived as long as my mind. The deterioration set in before I reached my apartment. Damn. Now what?
Using the power he’d just bequeathed me, I summoned him.
I stared at the devil’s fiery eyes and said, ‘Equal control. I die, you die.’
That’s my effort in exactly 100 words. I’d love to know if you enjoyed it.