Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Miracle on ward 13


Jasfoup saw the ghost of Edward Edwards before the young man died. He thought little of it until, after the ghost had followed him for several hours, he inquired of the spirit’s purpose. The exchange of a contract signed in ectoplasm for the young man to wake from a coma left the demon free to enjoy the opera. At the hospital, Edward’s sudden recovery and healing of thirty-four broken bones was hailed as a miracle and drew in dozens of pilgrims from all over the world. Jasfoup was pleased. There was no soul tastier than a pilgrim bound to Fall.

4 comments:

aims said...

writing this quietly so Jasfoup doesn't notice

I can see (and with delight) why you have chosen this type of story to tell. There are so many things in life which can be twisted to involve a demon. And what fun it all really is!

ahem

I can see you rubbing your talons together in anticipation there Jasfoup!

Leatherdykeuk said...

Indeed so. What can be attributed to a miracle is often paid for in advance.

stephanie said...

*chuckles* If the masses only knew...

Well done.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you!