I don’t normally share the bits of fiction that pop into my head. Well not unless Chuck Wendig has prompted them. For whatever reason I’ve decided to share this one. Maybe one day I’ll get around to writing the rest of the story, for now I’m content with what I have. Let me know what you think.
When I was fourteen a stranger asked me what my greatest wish was. I told him I wanted to read all the books in the world.
He told me that it would take a very long time to read everything.
I said it didn’t matter I wanted to read every book written and every book yet to be written.
For years I forgot about the stranger. I grew older, I got married, and I had children. Then people started commenting on how young I looked, next they started saying I never seemed to age, and then they tried to burn me at the stake.
Three days I stood surrounded by flames but not burning. When the flames finally died I stood before the people of my village unscathed. They bowed to me and worshiped me as a god.
That’s when I found out I was immortal.