by Zack Murphy
Barnaby cringed a little and scratched at his temple worriedly. How was he going to put this without being manhandled in front of everyone he had to work with the next day? He searched, but couldn’t find the right words to make what he had to say easier. He gulped, “In Norway.”
Satan clicked his tongue inside his cheek and nodded in understanding surrender, “We’ll talk later.”
Barnaby went off to enjoy the party, turning slightly to catch Satan’s eye still following his movements. Satan dipped a cup into the fruit punch when he was tapped on the shoulder. Insurance Agent Three cleared his throat and stared at the ground, shuffling his feet in anticipation of speaking. “We were just wondering-?”
“Yes?”
“We were wondering. We know you really like Liszt and all those others. And he’s really good, don’t get us wrong. But if could, you know-?” His eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope and reluctance for imposing on his boss.
“Sure. It’s a party, after all.” Satan swung his hand in the air and Young MC’s Bust A Move washed through the Ballroom. The dance floor soon filled with revelers as they danced and partied the night away, knowing that in another few thousand years they’d get another one just like this one.
THE END
