False Divinity, by Charity Jordi

The things people say after death.

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.
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I walk away with my hands in my pocket in the wind, waving to people who weren’t there before and smile.