At the Desk

 

I lost my soul.

Walking into work with 2Bs, a woman was screaming cursed at the desk clerk.

You need to leave. 

She stopped and screwed her eyes up at me. 

You need to leave. 

She cried, "I take your soul!"

With had motion, she pulled something. 

I leaned in and gestured back. 

The joke is on her. I buried away my soul long ago.

She grabbed one of devils that haunts my nightmares.

She can have it. 

 

 

Comments

[Pax]

Hmm...I can pray for you to find your soul. Seems worrisome to be without it.

"Heavenly Father, please continue protecting Raindog along his long path. He tries and others witness his righteous works. He claims to have forgotten where he placed his soul, which we know is not true, but if he jokes about it, I would ask of you, lord, to watch him - we know you always watch everyone, but I feel that I should ask anyway, since I know that you'll catch him should you see him stumble and fall, thus I hope he is sceen by you as he jokes about his misplaced soul. In the name of the shepherd the lost (among others), your son, Jesus Christ. Amen."

[Ralph]

and amen.