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“Then we are agreed.”
The lyricist shook hands with the demon. Just a simple trade, ten years’ worth of income for a song he had written. A normal transaction for him, just the royalties “sold for a song”. Nothing new. Except a better payment than most.
He screamed as the song and all its permutations were ripped from his mind and soul.
(words 62, first published 3/28/2022, from a FB word prompt (Song) for a writing group I belong to, aiming for around 50 words)