Prompt: https://anonymouslegacy1.wordpress.com/2016/06/07/visdare-141-beauty
Randall fidgeted with the borrowed shirt, made for a smaller man in another time. He didn’t know why this getup was necessary, but Satan had been specific. “Every detail, or the deal is off.”
Beside him, Shondra smiled for him. The cancer hadn’t found its way to her eyes yet, and they twinkled with the absurdity of the situation. They were still young, still loved life and the world and each other with silly passion, and if Randall wanted to play old-timey pretend, she’d go along with it. Someday soon she’d be spending every day in pain, so why not enjoy what joy the world still held?
The photographer lined them up, positioning them just so.
Then a countdown, a flash, and Randall felt his lungs turn to fire. He had it now, and she was free. One death and one soul, a small price to pay for one life.
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