I am going to give you a gift. I am going to give you a single day to do exactly what you want. A day where come midnight, the last twenty-four hours will become nothing but a memory for you to savor.
A day without consequence. A day of complete freedom.
What will you do with that day?
Will you kiss every girl and guy you meet just to watch their reaction? Will you be completely, painfully, honest with everyone you care about? Will you give away the ending of the latest Harry Potter to your book club? Will you sleep with your best friend?
Will you hold up a bank? Will you buy a cherry red Ferrari on credit and drive to Vegas? Will you try every drug you’ve been curious about? Will you poison your neighbor’s noisy dog? Will you tell every bad boss you’ve ever had exactly why they shouldn’t be allowed to even manage a McDonald’s? Will you get that tattoo? Will you buy yourself a pony? Will you take a punch at a Hell’s Angel?
Will you sing for your friends like you do when you’re alone?
Will you forgive?
Will you bungee jump? Will you jump out of a plane? Will you *fly* a plane? Will you run naked through your neighborhood? Will you try exotic foods like octopus, squid, chocolate covered ants, or camel hump? Will you tell a stranger all of your secrets (every single one)? Will you steal the last slice of apple pie?
Will you make a small firepit in your backyard, using all of your bills as tinder, and roast some marshmallows? Will you eat a whole box of Godiva chocolates (except the cherry-centered ones)? Will you cross the street without looking? Will you call your old friend from college that you haven’t spoken to in ten years? Will you paint your house like a candy cane, red and white, red and white?
Will you love without regret?
For one day, will you stop being afraid?
What will you do with the Devil’s Gift?
Very first thing I’d do is dress up in a truly gorgeous cute outfit, hop in the truck and head off to a certain town in a certain county…when I get just outside his house I’d park in a thicket of thick trees and call a certain man.
I would proceed to give him a call he should have received ten years ago and then tell him to look out his windows…then, well, that would be the surprise.
Otherwise, I’d go into town and spends thousands at the best stores, spend hours at the best spa and then meet my two best loves and drive off to spend the rest of our twenty-four hours just behaving as if we know we would, if given half a chance.
And oh,yes, I’d stop being afraid.
Melanie
I’d see just how fast my car actually goes.
And do it butt naked.
I don’t know…I’ll tell you in 24 hours.
Sounds like a trip I took once… >8)
Did you not think I would find you? Did you not think your words would be discovered? Did you not think you would be devoured? Did you not think you would be digested? Tell me what your intentions are… Tell me your fevered dreams…
mmmm…i’d give in completely give in to all my hedonistic desires.
rubyprincess
That’s quite a “gift,” D’jaevle.
I try to live everyday without fear, sometimes I actually succeed. That’s a fucking lie. My closest relationship stagnates because of my insecurities.
I do love without regret but not without sorrow. I will never give up on love because of one bad experience or one hundred.
I’d be as honest with everyone around me as I possibly could be; let all the things bottled up inside of me out.
I’d hold my daughter close as we stood on the lawn in a downpour, faces upturned, letting the rain wash away my tears.
I’d rob that damn bank to guarantee her a future without financial worry.
And at the end of that day, I’d sit by myself someplace beautiful and serene, the shore, a lake, a clearing in a verdant forest, and be happy that I have another day to start all over.
Maybe the devil’s gift could chase away a demon or two. Either that or conjure up some more.
I would give it back to the devil, of course. I know what I would do with it. I would be far more interested to see what he would do with it…the look of puzzlement would be worth the value of the gift itself.
Daemon:
It’s got to be a convertible, right?
Ruby Princess:
All your desires? You only have 24-hours, remember? ;)
Gypsy:
It isn’t fear that makes cowards out of us, it is in not dealing with them that we become less. The test is when the cost of swallowing your fear is that it devours you in return. Some fears can’t be conquered, just lived with.
Introspectre:
Devilry is in damning the consequences and doing it anyways; the devil is in the gift.