The Devil's Playground

                "God damn it!" Peggy stuck her thumb in her mouth.
      She was trying to to hang a picture and had hit her thumb with the hammer.
      "Yes?" a stranger stood in her living room. He was a tall man in a grey suite.
      Peggy kept a grip on her hammer. "How did you get in her?" she asked.
      "Oh, doors are for law abiding citizens and you called for a damnation.
      I'm the Devil." the man answered with a slight smile and offered his hand to
      shake. "Get out or I'll call the police." Peggy raised her hammer to threaten
      him. Suddenly, the hammer felt painfully hot and she dropped it.

              "Honestly, I don't know why I appeared here; other than your
      invocation for a damnation. I really am the Devil, but I'm not God.
      I just go where I'm told." the Devil sat down on the sofa and ate a cookie.
      Peggy ran for the phone, but the phone was searing hot. She screamed and
      tried to run out the room, but when she passed the into the hallway she entered
      the living room. Peggy stared at the intruder with terror and pressed her back
      against a wall. "Alright. I apologize for cursing. I want you to leave now."
      she was hyperventilating. The Devil ate another cookie, "These are very good.
      Did you make them?" Peggy pressed her hands together,  "Yes."
      "Your an excellent cook. Please sit down. Obviously, the almighty powers
      that be want you to speak to me. I really can't think of another explanation."
      The Devil smiled at Peggy and patted on the sofa, offering a seat.

                Peggy pealed herself away from the wall and sat in a chair across
        from the coffee table. "Origami?" the Devil flipped through the book.
        "Yes." she whispered. "Well, do you have a request or question?
        Perhaps, you wish to be immortal?" The Devil sat back and crossed his
        legs. She could see his cloven hooves. "No. I just want you to leave."
        Peggy pulled out her Star of David pendent around her neck.
        "Ah? A Jew. That explains the lack of Jesus talk. Hmm. I am very
        perplexed. Can you think of any reason why God would send me to you
        other than your cursing?" the Devil looked about the small yellow room.
        "No. I'm just a simple person. I did start campaigning for Mitt Romney."
        Peggy put her hand over her mouth. "Ah-so! Politics is a lot of fun."
        The Devil took a small bag of bones and threw them on the coffee table.
        "Hmm. Yes, you will be successful and Mitt Romney will be elected.
        And he will start WWIII and I will be set free from this dreary world.
        You know, of course as a Jew there is no Hell? I am a humble servant of
        destiny just like you. Well this explains our meeting. I wish you the best
        of both worlds!" the Devil slapped his hands together and vanished in a
        puff of smoke. Peggy fainted.


        Reflections: Can anyone even the Devil resist God's will?


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