Only yesterday I was the latest technology, before they removed my arms and legs, unnecessary for a greeter in a shopping center. They called me an information kiosk after my limbless torso upset customers. Functionally under-utilized, they put me in a smaller box and called me a media center with their horrible melodies soon driving me crazy.
Like an ageing human, I die in stages, and the last thing they turn off is my …
Hank placed his fingers on the planchette. He had to find where Jake hid the loot.
“Jake, are you there?” The medium intoned.
“Yes,” was the answer.
“Where’s the gold?” Hank asked, sweating nervously.
“What about my half?” the board answered.
“You don’t need it.”
“Your price is …”
“What?” Hank begged.
“Revenge,” answered a ghostly voice.
Hank turned pale, but before he could ask another question, the table spun aside revealing Jake and his six-gun.
ACCOST HARVEST STOP REDEMPTION GUARANTEED STOP BEWARE DECEPTION STOP
The greatest con artist since Old Nick should never have gone to Heaven, but there it was in black and white.
We approached the pearly gates wearing the usual grey robes. I was tired, and he offered to carry my sickle. Peter let him through and sent me to Hell.
Someday, I’m going to teach Peter modern punctuation.
Accost, harvest, stop redemption. Guaranteed stop. Beware deception.
(My latest 75-word-challenge entry. Theme: redemption. Genre: Fantasy)