The Satanic Mechanic
"Blast we have a flat tire." Chad said. They both got out to inspect it. The tire was definitely flat.
"Well at least we're at the crossroads. We're bound to see someone else that might stop and help us." Jeanette said.
"Right now I'd sell my soul for a new tire." Chad told her.
There was a flash of light. A red truck with the words "The Satanic Mechanic" on the side appeared. It stopped on the other side of the road from them. Out got a tall thin man with a goatee. There seemed to be two prominent bulges under his cap. He walked over to them.
"Need a new tire I see." The mechanic said.
"I don't have any cash with me." Chad said.
"Don't worry, all it will cost is your soul. I'll even change the tire for you." The mechanic offered.
"Okay, fine." There was another flash and the mechanic produced a contract.
"Just sign here and all will be well." The mechanic said as he laid the contract on the roof of the car. Chad started to sign it. The pen had a strange red ink.
"Darling, do you think this is a good idea?" Jeanette said.
"It's probably just some promotional gimmick." Chad said as he handed the signed contract back to the mechanic.
"Thank you." The mechanic said taking the contract back with a smile. The new tire was put on in an instant. The mechanic went back to his truck and drove off. A second later it was gone. The couple got back in their car and drove off.
"That was lucky they came along." Jeanette said.
"Yes." Chad replied. He couldn't help feeling that he had lost something.
Joanne Fisher
This was written with the prompt At the Crossroads provided by Sammi Cox's 13 Days of Samhain.
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