Flash: Song

“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)