Polenth's Nothing

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First published by Flashshot.

The Price of a Soul

"Do you have any cheap souls?"

"Shoe shop is next door," the antiques dealer replied.

I sighed and left the shop. It was too late to try anywhere else.

I'd made the mistake of trading my soul for feline agility. The problem was the small print: find a new soul in three days or be enslaved.

The last few seconds passed. Nothing happened. No manacles appeared.

Relieved, I headed home to feed the cat. I was rearranging the cushions on the sofa to her satisfaction when it dawned on me. I didn't have a cat.

My new master started purring.