By Jon Nixon
Mid-life crisis beckoning, approaching forty.
Emotionally bankrupt and flat broke, I tried to sell my soul.
The bank didn’t see a viable investment—“But do take out a loan at an unaffordable rate of interest?” they begged.
Detroit and Motown didn’t want it—“You’ve not enough of it,” they grooved.
Social Media mocked the idea—“What a loser!” they trolled.
#Soulless—they tweeted.
Politicians showed interest—“Would take it (in return for a vote),” they argued. And lied.
Religion vied for it—“Not radical, needy or committed enough,” they preached.
Death just laughed. “It’s mine in the future anyway,” he assured.
Really liked this Jon. Great concept concisely written.
Thank you….!
A story with a lot of sou;
Soul (Sorry for spelling error)
Thanks for reading …!
So many facets covered in 100 words. It’s a gem!
A great last line, Jon. That says it all.
Class act.
Thank you for all the positive comments – appreciated.
Raises the question of whether death can get the soul ,after all death deals with material things.