Here’s a quick story I wrote using a story prompt shared on our Cypress Knee MUSH forums:
Andrea knew she shouldn’t have fallen for a traveling Bible salesman.
“People don’t buy books, anymore!” she shouted. “They damned sure don’t buy Bibles!”
He had a woman in every town. Andrea labeled them by the book: The floozy in Detroit was a Quran. He kept a Torah in Westchester, New York. He had a few King Jameses scattered around Illinois and Missouri. He even kept a Zoroastrian Avesta in a town called Bithlo, outside Orlando.
Andrea caught him on the phone with Avesta.
“You shouldn’t have heard that,” he said.
She could’ve sworn the holy books burned brighter in the fireplace than his diary.