The Devil and Sole
Sole was a bad ass. Well, technically Sole was a mule. Sole had been wandering the desert known as Death Valley, looking for his master, Yur. Sole was desperately thirsty and hungry. He was a lost soul.
One day Sole chanced upon a digging and as he looked in, he saw a bunch of pack rats stuffing pretty, shiny pieces of rocks in the their mouths and hauling them away. Sole’s curiosity took over and in the stubborn fashion of a mule, he abruptly sat down to deny the pack rate access their their den.
The pack rats all huddled, speaking in pack rat language (which Sole had learned as a mulette), creating a strategy to dislodge the mule. They huffed and puffed and blew gold rocks at him, but the mule wouldn’t budge. Sole told them (speaking in pack rat language) that he wouldn’t budge until they either gave him water and food or brought him his master, Yur. In Death Valley, there is little water or food, so they went in search of Yur, who was at a mirage of an georgic oasis filled with ramose stuff. Yur was talking to the marplot devil.
The pack rats hauled Yur away before the devil had time to flex his sharp pointy tail. Yur was so happy to see Sole that he shared all of his mirage water and food with him. But, the devil soon caught up. He was quite angry. The devil demanded of Yur that they continue their conversation. Yur was so happy to see Sole that he agreed to any demand the devil made. Yur was determined to protect Sole at any cost.
And so, the devil told Yur that he could have the gold mine in exchange for his soul. Yur replied to the devil. “You may have your soul.” The devil was happy and deeded the gold mine to Yur but as soon as he did that, he was immediately plunged back into the depths of Hades. Go figure. The devil has a soul.
This Week’s Challenge:
Using prose or poetry, write anything you want (fiction, nonfiction, or essay) but include the words: ramose, georgic, and marplot.