“His soul is still here… we can’t get rid of him.”

-Danny Brook

“The god of Life”

Fiction. Based on a True Crosswalk.

By Starry Teller

All journal entries are inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

Though I am not an 

Omniscient being and 

Though I have not the power 

to see and be all to all 

people and all places,

Each day I inhale oxygen 

and exit my personal sphere,

Every time I place myself 

behind the wheel,

muddy minded or dazed,

I yield a little more power

that never should be mine.

A doctor is not the only 

wielder of power:

But a faulty medicine, a rabid pet, 

a misplaced garden tool, 

a protruding steak knife,

a kindred friend at odds,

or accidental duel.

Even more common: 

When you run across the street 

with your dog and 

There is no crosswalk and I 

am driving home after an

Eight hour shift and it is

pitch black and you wear

pitch black.

I am the god of your life

And you are the god of mine.