Crossroads

Leroy’s blues 1. Would you sell your soul for it well would you? Leroy Blackman had been asked this question in his nightmare the night terror that had awakened him and now after waking with images of his dream still visible and fresh in his mind his nightmare feels real more so than an illusion caused by an overactive subconscious. The question he’d not answered at least not before being awaken by fears associated with such an inquiry requiring more thought before answering with a simple yes or no given in response of a query to someone’s polite interest in asking about your day or level of your hunger after hearing a yearning growl within your stomach. It in the question he’d been asked if he’d sell his soul for it, the forbidding delving into his hidden musing, the consideration of selling his soul had been tossed back and forth in his mind as he weighed the cons and pros for whichever choice he made. The decision like for most people who may consider such a bargain, what answer they’ll give has to do with how deeply an overwhelming desire to have the empty spaces in their lives filled with whatever it is that can replace the void deepened and widened by losses time or simply not discerning what the it is that experience and age matured an ability to know and to make better decisions in deciding what you’ll sacrifice in order have it, that knowledge enhanced by foresight that comes with duration will determine how majority of desperate folks, similar in their dependencies those kindred emotions of disinterestedness causing Leroy Blackman to entertain such an ill-advised trade, the weight of loss and voracity of desire will determine how you’ll answer such a grave question. Leroy knew it could and would mean anything, no limits except for lacking in imaginations, it could be love riches fame fortune revenge, for a cripple man it may be an ability to walk again, for a blind women it may be to see a sunrise, for a poor down on his luck bum who’s only possessions are the rags on his body, it may be wealth, enough money to never have to worry again. Leroy although he did believe he knew the answer of both the question and it that he’d desired when he’d been awaken because of fear in seeing the image of the interrogator who’d stood across from him and had asked him that question, would you sell your soul for it, the interrogator had asked while staring into his soul like a predator a snake that lures its prey with a hypnotic sway of its long scaly body until the rat or squirrel begins to fall so deep into a spell binding trance that the creature forgets that it is the main course and not the guest. The dancing the back and forth movements are only a seductive ruse to ease trepidation and when the pirouette is finished flesh and bone and yes it seems possible at least in his dreams your soul will be consumed as substance. The interrogator came forth from Leroy’s deepest and darkness fears a place in the mind where shape and form are given to creatures lying in wait beneath beds or within closets, waiting for lights to dim and the darkness to take dominion, the hour and conditions for evil, the witching hour the time of night when demons or zombies along with those terrors that only take shape and form in nightmares to rise from bottomless pits and have their way with mankind.