So many religions and afterlife, None of them quite right.
I stand here, hovering over my body, wondering what to do now.
I was shot in the back of head and my life was taken.
For the 5 dollars I have in my wallet.
I feel bad for him.
He looks at me and then at my money, “bastard” he whispers.
I laugh to myself.
I walk away with my hands in my pocket in the wind, waving to people who weren’t there before and smile.