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Saint Peter

“Hm, an incredible piece.”
“Yes, yes, the One above put in quite the effort.”
“I wonder what it will go for?”
“I’d be willing to spend years for this work of art.”

“Excuse me, everyone, we are ready to begin”

The room silenced, the inhabitants eager to place their bids.

“The bidding will start at 5 years. Do I hear 8?”

The room exploded with shouts from all corners, numbers reached the high fifties, sixties.

“66 years? How about 67 years? Can I get 67?

The bids slowed, the creatures hesitant to lose their cool.

“67 years for this magnificent, wonderful soul. Surely, you can oblige?”

A voice shouted from the back “67!”

“67 years! Can I hear 68? Anybody?”

The room was still.

“Going once! Twice! Sold to the gentlemen in the back! 67 years as a saint in exchange for the soul of Mark Twain!”

The demons around him congratulated him for his significant purchase.

God, standing at the MC stand, smiled.

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