Timothy had seen better days.
Walking the streets in his
shabby suit as shoppers
ignored him.

Even their pets ignored him
as he shuffled past painfully.
None knew of his gangrous foot
brought on by cold and human sweat.

He reached the wall, separating the
living from the dead and stopped.
Someone was watching, staring even.
Dressed in cassock and dog collar.

The person came over slowly.
Smiling.
“Hello old timer.”
Timothy stared back in silence.

“What do you really want from life?”
Timothy thought hard.
“A nice home, a wife, and kids
would be nice.”

The person produced a
wad of paper.
“Just sign here.”
Timothy signed without thinking.

What harm could it do?
Five years passed and everything
promised had come to pass.
He was happy, living in a happy home.

He walked that day, back to the wall
and saw the person, dressed as before.
Timothy wanted to thank him.
The person shook his head.

“Five years are up Timothy.
Time to go.”
Timothy watched in stunned silence
As the costume faded and Satan stood before him.

Smiling to himself.
As the gates of hell took his soul
poor Timothy realised that he had
been tricked.

The Faustian deal had been completed.
The Devil took on that costume again.
Waiting and watching from that wall
separating the living from the dead.

Good write. Thanks for sharing.