Philip stared at the screen. He’d survived 90 years without ever needing Craig’s list but now it seemed the perfect solution. Back in ’45 when he acquired his peculiar little bottle with its ever-so-special contents, the likes of the internet and a forum like Craig’s list were unimaginable. Then again, so was the idea that he could live and prosper through the magic of an imp, held captive all these years in a green-tinged vessel. Only one rule applied. He must sell the imp before he died in order to avoid eternity in Hell. Doc gave him 6 months.
This post is inspired by velvetverbosity.com 100 word challenge. This week’s word: “Imp”.
Interesting. This is very similar to Lceel’s story, and I’ve noticed that certain word prompts seem to do that… inspire similar stories. That’s the most interesting part for me, to see where similar associations come up, and where completely different and random things come up.
We WERE thinking along the same lines. How cool. I like yours. Well done.