“If you could do all that stuff and then be dead, I’d say do it.” I dreamed of writing the piece that started like this in the restive moments of waking this morning. It was funny and strange and about death, what would happen afterwards. I can’t remember it now, but I think I knew that would happen. It always does. But it was about this size, maybe a little bigger. If you can let yourself imagine, it was also quite a bit better than this one. I’d be grateful if you did that. Imagine it better. Please do.
Jefferson Navicky's work has been published in Quickfiction, Stolen Island, Birkensnake, Serving House Journal and The Binnacle. He teaches English at Southern Maine Community College, and works as the archivist at the Maine Women Writers Collection. He lives in coastal Maine with his wife.