To Deal with the Devil

By Bo Widerberg

Benny Crown had been out Friday night and didn't have too many memories from the party. Waking up Saturday morning he was cuddling a large bag. Holding it with both arms, like it had been a girlfriend. Opening the bag, he saw it was filled with money. Tossing it down on the floor, he went to Jon. Coming back from the bathroom the bag was still there. Picking it up, and emptying it all on the bed. He saw all the bunches of old money, Benny started to count it. There were hundred bunches of hundred dollar bills, each bunch had a hundred hundred dollar bills, a total of one million dollars. Benny went out to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. Looking up, he saw an elderly man, well dressed in good quality clothing's sitting on his couch. Who are you, and how did you come in here? I always keep my door closed, and I live on the second floor. Mr. Crown, this well-dressed man said, My name is Jack Frost, but most people call me the Devil. And Mr. Crown, doors has never been a problem for me. How did you like the bag of money I gave you? Well if it is a gift from you Devil, I like it. However, how can I use it? All my friends, my girlfriend and my parents they all know I haven't got that kind of money. Usually, when I give something to a person, it will usually be that person problem. However Mr. Crown, can I call you Benny? In your case, I am going to help you with that problem. Today, before eleven o'clock tonight go and buy a lotto quick pick, and you will win twelve million dollars. That million I gave you will then be usable. With those words, the devil turned to smoke and disappeared. Benny decided to have breakfast at a food-place, and buy the lotto ticket at the same time. He went into a Circle K store and bought one quick pick. Looking at the ticket he noticed that the numbers were his own and Veronika's birthdays.
Bruce King was sitting in this government office waiting for his turn. He hated to sit and wait, but now he needed to change his name, Now when he was a member of the Islamic faith, he wanted to change his name to Bruce Mohammed. Coming home with his new name, he sat down to look at the TV-news. They showed a preacher, that on the TV said that any person believing in the Islamic faith is a terrorist. Bruce instantly got angry and was going to have w word with this preacher. He grabbed his car keys and drove down to the church on the corner of Queens Road and Second Avenue. Arriving there, he saw the preacher standing outside in the light rain. When Bruce came up to the church he went inside together with the preacher. How can I help you my friend asked the preacher, Well my name is Bruce Mohammed - - -, that was all he had a chance to say before the preacher spit him in the face and called him a traitor. Bruce took a hold of the old man's head and twisted it. With a loud cracking sound, he broke the preacher's neck. Later when the police found out who had killed the preacher, a group from the Islamic world wanted to help Bruce. It turned out that they wanted Bruce to kill the president, and only with the help of the devil were things taken care of in an acceptable manner.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bo Widerberg
• Release date: Feb 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311093646

Bo Widerberg

My name is Bo Widerberg/artbcool, I am born in Europe too many years ago. Have lived with my family in Florida since 1985 and we are happy with our situation. Would feel a lot better if more people would read my stories.

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To Deal with

the Devil

by

Bo Widerberg

All characters in this story are fictitious

and any resemblance to real people,

living or dead, is coincidental.

©Widerberg©

All rights reserved.

It was the morning after this big Friday night bash. Benny Crown with more than a slight headache, got quite a shock when he woke up and found his arms around this large bag of money. Both his arms were wrapped around the bag, like it had been one of his girlfriends.

He pushed it down on the floor, beside the bed. Benny suddenly remembered that he had been dreaming this queer dream about getting a lot of money from the devil. However, Benny had no memory of the devil being at the party last night. So, that part of his memory, the one about the devil, must have been just a dream.

But then, where in all hell did this bag of money come from? Benny sat up in the bed, grabbed a hold of the bag and pulled this heavy bag up on to the bed again. There he emptied it all out. He couldn't stop staring at what he saw.

There were bunch after bunch with old hundred-dollar bills. There must be at least a few hundred thousand dollars here, he thought. But where has it all come from, and to whom does it belong? He didn't know what to think. He had to go to the Jon first, so he left the money on the bed, and went in to the bathroom. "I didn't go anywhere after