Summary: Modern day fable of Satan's entrapment's. This is also available on amazon with a few color illustrations.
Satan's Rummage Sale
Once upon a time, in the nearby land of temptation, Satan was having a rummage sale. Even before leaving home, my mom had warned me by saying, “Don't be mess in' with the Devil stuff. The Devil's ways lead to no good.” Well, you know me, I went looking anyway.
At the yard sale, crowds of youngsters, teenagers, adults and senior citizens were pushing, shoving, and elbowing each other all the while searching to find truly red-hot bargains before anyone else snatched them up. Scattered carelessly about Satan's folding tables and displays were all sorts of shiny-bright, scintillantly-glistening offerings which appeared to be exactly what you might need or must have to be satisfied.
A school librarian seemed to be switching price tags to quietly check out her own discounts. Two baubles and a cigarette lighter were shoplifted by a teen in full view of the Devil. He just shrugged saying, “Who cares, they were just small little things? It's no problem at all.”A silver-haired Granny poked a man with her cane as she shoved him aside. She claimed that was just an accident but she never said she was sorry either. Two giggling destructive toddlers were tugging on an anatomically correct doll until its arms broke off. A man wife was quarreling as he picked over a box of lewd magazines. She had already selected a nude, porcelain figurine of her idol Adonis. “This is art,” she exclaimed, “your magazines are just trashy.” Quarrels and short tempers abounded. Bad arguments flared up and torched an array of hostilities. It wasn't a pretty site.
For sale, at deep markdowns, were the fraudulent tools of lies and deceitfulness which came in all shapes, sizes, colors, and could be spread out everywhere. Since you could find these items almost anywhere, today they were dirt cheap. The other offerings were a strangely hideous assortment of wretched double-jointed thingamabobs, dangling doojiggers and atrocious doohickeys, plus a wide assortment of prickly little doodads.
Most folks reasoned, if you just had one of these things, or even better if you had most of them, your life could certainly be fulfilled and downright satisfying. I wondered why the mob was in such a frenzy? What the Tempter offered appealed very little to me, but still I had to see for myself.
Satan, trying to guess who was easy prey and who was not, eyed me like a foul-smelling vulture. Testing to see if I could be lured within his reach, he beckoned me over as he picked up a nasty looking claw hammer and offered to give it to me. “This hateful hammer is,” he said quickly calculating his words of deceit, “is purported to easily smash to smithereens all hopes and deeds. Unless, of course, your hopes were false or your deeds dishonest. In that case, the claw hammer could help you build evil things bigger and better.” My mind was becoming muddled by his fast talking, smooth-sounding words. In my confusion, I recalled 'bigger and better' was usually good. It all was beginning to sound pretty good. But the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.