The Bill Collector
Ring...ring...ring...
Eyes scan the screen...
Evaluating....
A screen with a train wearing a mask flickers in the distance of a furniture store as a country song narrates a long black train.
The Bill Collector wears a stange mask with a painted smile... he lurks along railroad tracks with a brief case in his hands...
He is a collector of souls, the price to be paid for the expensive rental of a lucrative freedom now betrayed by forces of evolution that cannot be understood at this time.
Fractions of the soul... bartered for time periods. This last fraction was tricky: a very early deal done at 15 years of age, before our skills were refined.
She was at the bed-rock of a lot of other deals that were made waiting on the day for her arrival... but so much was not taken into consideration. For certain not the crafty alliance of Christ and Satan to set up the 40s. The 30s were understood... sort of... in a chicken shit manner... but all out depravity was never my style... I only slightly regret it... living by the square only set me up for the total commitment that the Blue Hand would require...
Knight of Infinite Resignation is extended into the future as the Knight of Providence is required to relinquish the fraction of soul...to the collector.
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