Sin Fronteras Spring 2018 Sin Fronteras 2018 | Page 29

stories, your stories are in the highest demand here in my dimension! Ironic,
isn’t it? Beings in the sixth dimension take too many things for granted. We
wish we didn’t have what we do. It only makes us sadder. My wife and I know
every single possible future we have together - maybe that’s why we haven’t
spoken in years. Nobody talks to each other anymore. Despite our powers, we
survive on stories to stay sane, and money to stay alive.”
I grew silent. I didn’t know what to think now.
I decided to break the quiet. “I’m done writing the number down. Thanks
for your time, sir, and my apologies if I was an inconvenience.”
“No problem. I’ve been asked lots of questions before.”
“Great.”
“Exit’s that way,” Sky-man said, pointing towards a door that he had just
created out of thin air.
I waved at him and began to walk away.
But something didn’t feel right.
I turned back and yelled, “If you died, where would you go? Would you
meet your maker? Wouldn’t he want your life too? What then?”
Sky-man turned his head to look at me, and even though he didn’t have
a mouth, I could tell he wanted to smile.
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