As a writer, I’m allowed to play god. By making up tales. Yes,
fiction. That portrays life. The way I
want it to be. I become the creator. With leeway and latitude. To bless my
friends. By giving them a new reality. In imaginative story form. For instance,
I have a friend. Who’s in a troubled marriage. And she has health problems, too. So, to make
everything well. I’m concocting a short story. In which her life is turned around. And all
ends happily ever after. I told her about it the other day. Of course, there’s
no assurance that the story will become true and real. But she’s on notice. That
this is what I wish for her. This is what I would make happen. If I were god.
--Jim Broede
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