The Organ of Love

The Epic Short Story Volume 10.

Prologue 

After the drama of freeing Heaven from the corrupt forces of the Archangels and CREEP, I looked forward to a relaxing day, but God had other plans when he placed Victor Schertzinger in life’s path, and I spent the day riding his organ of love. 

Chapter 1. Victor Schertzinger

Headed to the coffee shop early in the morning, I saw a man outside his house uncovering what appeared to be an antique, pipeless organ floating on a tiny cloud. Curious, I stopped and pointed. “What the hell is that?” 

The man replied, “Good morning, young man. Haven’t you ever seen a pipe organ? This is my most prized possession, a magic organ that plays the songs of love.” 

“It doesn’t have any pipes or speakers and floats on a cloud; is that normal?” 

The man tapped the top of the organ. “Of course. It’s a magic organ.” He stepped towards me and offered his hand. “I am Victor L. Schertzinger, music composer.” 

I shook his hand. “I’m Vicente, and I don’t really have a skill or career.” 

“That’s too bad. Having a job gives a man purpose. Don’t you get restless or bored?” 

“Well, sometimes, but I usually fill the time with masturbation, sex, or the gloryhole.” 

“Ha, ha, ha! That fills the time, but does it satisfy you and give you a sense of accomplishment?”