I had a dream I died and being dead was like being behind a glass wall where you could see and hear everything but no one could see or hear you

On My Mind | Flash Fiction

Mar 30, 2024

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World

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World, I’m worried about you. Everything is so sad. I had a dream I died and being dead was like being behind a glass wall where you could see and hear everything but no one could see or hear you like a fly in a jar. When you’re a ghost you are constantly spying, constantly eavesdropping, but you don’t have anyone to tell your secrets to—even if you witness a murder or an elaborate plot by the government against the people. When you are dead there is no CIA. Ghosts can’t gossip with other ghosts. It’s not part of the plan.

From The Purpose Pitch (Mansfield Press, 2015)

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