Entry #2: When Hell Holds a BBQ, Politely Decline
Jack held the container tight. He hated carrying anything valuable on the subway, feeling every thieving eye upon him. It was the size of pear, patterned with gaudy faux brick and marked with strangely abbreviated lettering "BAR-B-Q SAUCE." Who could believe something so valuable would fit in a container so small?
A couple of days ago, he'd run into the Devil in a liquor store. Out of principle, he'd refused the prince of darkness' offer, not even bothering to fully hearing what it was. But he remembered the Devil kept repeating six numbers, rhythmically, like a song. Later that night, in a drunken stupor, Jack watched as the lady in a sequin dress pulled lottery numbers from a bin. The numbers sounded familiar, like lyrics from a song. Suddenly, all of the details of the liquor store offer came back to him. Jack swung his front door open and there sat the empty container. He needed only to fill it.
The passing train thumped it's signature duh-duh-duh. As the train faded, Jack heard the signature clomp-clomp of the goateed man approaching him.
"Ah yes, I'm glad you came," said the Devil pleasantly.
Jack handed over the container.
The Devil gently popped the wooden top and touched the tiniest amount of the glowing nectar to his tongue. Like a newly rich man sampling too expensive wine, he closed his eyes and worked his tongue.
"Marvelous. I'm eternally grateful," said the Devil
"And my part of the deal?" Jack asked.
"Ah yes. I believe your luck is already changing," said the Devil and cocked his head at the tall red head seating herself next to Jack.
Taking in the delicious woman, Jack was suddenly filled with doubt and remorse. When he turned back goatee was gone.
The red head touched him lightly on the knee and said, "Excuse me, but I'm on my way to a photoshoot..." But he barely heard her. It was just BBQ sauce. Sure, award winning, secret family recipe, passed on for generations sauce, but still just sauce -- tomatoes, spices and vinegar. Certainly, it was worth it right?