“My grandmother says the underworld’s changed its rules.”
That’s what Mom told me one night after another weird dream.
Apparently, the Afterlife Bureaucracy had been restructured.
Now they accepted soul coins — spirit currency you could “burn” to bribe Reapers for favors.
Uncle Ray burned the first batch — $500 worth of soul coins.
The next day, he won $5,000 in the state lottery.
Uncle Mike burned $800 overnight. His son — my cousin — got a surprise letter of acceptance into a civil service job he’d failed three times to land.
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