Selling soul

Selling Soul

“Wow… this is my first time winning this. Wish Solitaire; they say if you can win it in your first try, your wish could come true. It’s my third try, but I guess I’d say my wish anyway…” Then I heard sis chuckled softly as I clapped my hand the way someone praying in a temple.

“You know what… maybe you couldn’t win it before because you hadn’t had a wish.”

My eyes shot open upon this words. Turning to her, I was dazed. She was right that I wasn’t aware of my own wish… not until tonight, when I felt like being caught up in a tangle.

She just replied my dumbfounded look with that warm and gentle smile of hers.

I looked at the cards again then, all piles cleared into one, all paired in two. And the thought passed my mind: “Is it possible that disguise himself in trickery and cards play?” We both were aware that to believe a mere luck in card game could grant your wish is something against . Because then you were praying to the cards, not to the . What I did earlier was mainly meant as a joke. But…

“Why not?” I heard my sister replied to my thoughts. Seemed like I had spoken it out loud. And she went on, “You know what that one writer says — if only capable of good, then He is not the master of everything.”

I fell silent, pondering. The wish I just whispered in my heart still lingering at the back of my mind; like a ghost, like a longing, like a… calling.

“If… these are the days, when people antagonise … then what difference there is between selling your soul to Satan and selling your soul to ?” And slowly, a laughter followed after. Mine. I laughed at the absurdity of the idea. And the absurdly freeing feeling I finally tasted.