After I died, everything changed. My profession suddenly seemed frivolous, even silly. For a while I hung out with the other ghosts. That quickly grew tedious and I applied to become a god. You wouldn’t believe the questions I got asked and the hoops I had to jump through. I did it, though. The promise of that much power was too intoxicating to dismiss. In the final interview, they asked me what I wanted to create. I looked at them blankly. Hasn’t everything been created already? I asked. They laughed. Death seems to haunt you, they said. I felt chills.
Mario who?I'm a novelist, poet, and short story writer living in the Pacific Northwest on Missoula Flood soil. I post my 100-word short shorts here on an intermittent basis.
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