The doctor was afraid. Father B. L. Zebub stood in the room, demanding the child.
“Please, you must give her to me. Her father already gave me her soul. She is mine now.”
The doctor resisted, even as he trembled.
“I will not. I‘ve never met this child’s father. Why would I turn her over to you just because you demand it? I need to see some ID , please, and her mother will have to agree before you can take her.”
The priest stared into the doctor’s face. He took in his perfectly white jacket, with his perfectly white name tag attached to the pocket positioned perfectly over his heart. “Fred Johnson, MD.” the placard read. The priest laughed. Fred Johnson came from a long line of sinners. This would be a piece of cake.
“No, that’s not how it works. You will give me this child, because you want to save your own soul. I know all about you and Nurse Scribe and that little vacant office at the end of the hall. It shouldn’t be too hard for your wife to find out. And you know if that happens, she will take you for everything you own. Won’t she?”
The sinister smile on the priest’s face disgusted the doctor as much as his words shocked him.
“Who..Who are you?” The doctor trembled.
“You know who I am.”
The doctor’s eyes widened in horror as he began to understand. He saw the long table crowded with empty chairs. He saw his lawyer on one end, a great beast of man, and he saw his wife, dark circles around her eyes, and her lawyer on the opposite end. A tow truck appeared on the street outside the window and began hitching up to his Mercedes. His lovely home in the suburbs wore a For Sale sign in the front yard.
“Ok, fine, but hurry before her mother returns.”
I’m taking a short break from my NaNo project to answer the Master Class prompt hosted by Sinistral Scribblings. I got to choose the first line this week, and it comes from Anne Rice’s The Witching Hour: “The doctor was afraid.”
I always welcome your feedback. I don’t know if this piece will ever make it into the story, but all three of these characters (the doctor, the child, the priest) are in my NaNo novel at some point. Please share your thoughts in a comment.
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