Another Crossroads Tale

It was rumored he met Satan at midnight in the middle of a dusty, rural intersection whereupon he sold his soul to said demon in exchange for becoming the world’s greatest badminton player.

            And he was.

            He could put a shuttlecock any place he pleased, and he wasn’t easy to please.

            He so dominated the world’s badminton circuit, jealousy was so profound, several attempts were made on his life. Two were successful.

            When you’re soulless it doesn’t matter.

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About Gregg M. Pasterick

Old and tired...
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