Can you be sold

Liz wanted to cry. She should not have sold her soul. She wondered if she would now go to heaven. She would not have a soul to make the journey. But she might not have gone to heaven anyway.

Before she had cried at her lack of possessions and her fear of the future. She prayed she would live long enough to enjoy her new home and constant vacations. The trade would only be wirth it if she could ease he mind.

She now had everything she had always said she wanted, but now she had a new fear.

Her doorbell rang. Her heart leaped. She couldn't believe the man standing before her. He had no vacuum cleaners or other merchandise with him. He looked like a police man. She had to hold her tongue, not to flirt. But he had no interest in her. He told her to close her door, and lock it.." Do not open it for anybody," he ordered her. He asked if she had a radio. She showed it to him, and he set it to a station that had the police chatter. Not a very clear explantion. She glued herself to the radio station and started her kniting.

There had been three murders in her neighborhood, and no suspects. Over the radio she heard the police finding the bodies. The victums were all members of the local church. She somewhat smiled, at least they would have a afterlife and go to heaven.

Two days later there was another man at her door. This man she recognized, She had sold him her soul. He reminded her of a leprecan. He was not green, but he danced in glee.

In her hands was her passport, and a phone number, a filled out calender, and plane tickets. The phone number was for her prepaid assistent. Tomorrow her life would change.

She mentioned the murderer running loose in her neighborhood. He laughed "You are pretected. Evil people can not hurt you." He went and opened her shades and unlocked her windows."You are now on the protected side."

The next day Abigal helped her pack, and drove her to the airport. Abigal's job was to care for the house. She insisted that she would feed the cat, empty the literbox, bring in the mail. Nobody would break in , because it would be apparent that the house was not vacant. In three months she would pick Liz up at the airport.

The murders continued in her suburbs, while she traviled around Mexico and. South AMerica. She grew tan and happy. She had a boyfriend in Peru. An artise with a heart of gold. This not the tv and radio type of life

Abigal laughed when she saw her. They hugged. They were stopped when they entered her neighborhood. They both had to show id. Inwardly she cried, all she wanted to do was leave. Three months, how could they not have caught their murderer. Most of her neighbors had their windows and doors closed and locked.

Abigal said she had been paid for three more weeks. She wouldn't tell Liz how much she was getting paid. Liz told Abigal that she wanted to continue hiring her. Abigal laughed" I only have one employer, he arranges my jobs. I can get you organized in the next few weeks. You can rent the house. You do not need to be trapped here."

Liz sat and pat her cat. The purr of the animal helped comfort her. And then another knock on the door. The same policeman. Liz ran to the door"You caught him?" she said. "No" he replied." Your door should not be unlocked." "Am I suppossed to live in fear?" she asked. " Someone does not like the faithful church goers in your neighborhood. All eight of them have been members of the same church."

Liz was only half listening, but it caught her attention when he said she would have to attend a neighborhood meeting in a week. She did not want to go to the meeting. These people were not her people. But she wrote it down on her calender and thanked him.

She was shocked when she entered the meeting. What century did she wonder, were these people living in? She headed over to one gentleman in a teeshirt and jeans. The most normal looking man in the group. How had she given her soul up for this? This was everything that she did not want. The police had planted a undercover person in the church but had discovered nothing. It had been two weeks since the last murder. Liz's mind was waundering. All she felt was a desire to get away from this stifleing neighborhood.

She went back to her house and cried. Abigal hugged her."Lets get you unburdened, I can buy your house. I'll even take your cat. It will take me a day or two to plan. Liz hugged her and cried. She had bought the house for 100 thousand and Abigal was willing to pay 200 thousand.

Liz lived the last few weeks in terror. The terror of being sufficated in this neighborhood.

Again Abigal planned everything, and drove her to the airport. Liz did not feel peace until she landed at the airport in Lima.

Meanwhile Abigal was cleaning her house and singing. In her bed lay the buyer of Liz's soul. He laughed at these fools that actually thought you could sell your soul. He knew Liz still had a soul. God had just wanted to give her a push. Now she was living her life, not just walking through it.

Weeks later the murderer was caught. A thin silent man who had been hiding in the town shadows. Another human like Liz that had been trapped in the workings of society. Liz upon reading the news had wondered if he could have gotten a ticket out. But he cracked instead. She wondered if she would have cracked. "It's a shame to play the game. Trapped"

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