An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse ~ Deal of a Lifetime

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Race the Clock.”: Here’s the title of your post: “An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse.” Set a timer for ten minutes, and write it. Go!

Emily looked at the paper in front of her, hesitating for a short second. It was an offer she couldn’t refuse. Many would say that the price was too steep but she didn’t think so. And it wasn’t as if she intended to speak to anyone about this. By signing that paper, she was creating a new life for herself.

For too many years, Emily Sallinger had let others decide for her. She couldn’t study at MIT, even though she was accepted because it was too far, too expansive. She couldn’t take a job at the university library because it was too complicated to pick her up at 10pm when library closed. But no of course, she couldn’t live on campus because how would any roommate be able to assist her if she needed anything?

It seemed as if her parents decided that her accident changed everything. Of course it did, she went from being an athlete and a very promising horse rider, to being in a wheelchair. That didn’t prevent her from remaining a bright student; the acceptance letter from MIT was proof of that. But it seemed that wheelchair limited her horizon and then her entire life. For almost ten years, she’d let it be so. Today… no more.

She had taken her fate in her own hands… She’d researched what could be done; she’d explored scientific options and alternate avenues. Eventually she’d come up with this idea: the only one that seemed to guarantee success. If she wasn’t going to be a professional horse rider or an engineer, Emily would at least live her life by her own rules. This paper was the first step, so to speak.

She looked up to the man standing in front of her; he wasn’t particularly handsome, nor was he ugly. He appeared like a man you’d trust; and she had trusted him. He’d arrived when she needed him, when she asked really. And he’d guided her through the process, the consequences. Trust was important: after all, she was handing out something people considered extremely precious. Not that it mattered to her right now, but she was giving him her soul. In all eternity. He’d better come through.
“I will Emily, I always do.” He picked up the contract, which burst into flame, causing her to gasp, surprised. “And I look forward to seeing you at the end Ms. Howard.”

Who cared about the afterlife?
Emily Howard, previously Sallinger, had only one life to live. She stood from the wheelchair and disappeared into the night.



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