The Dark Woman (surreal flash fiction)

Dark women and Jedi…story of my life. 

I would like to present myself as living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, I thought, but that doesn’t seem to be in the cards for today. Or any day, for that matter. I was as mindful of my thoughts, as good as any Jedi.

The dark woman who rented out umbilical cords shook her head. “God doesn’t like the Jedi, you idiot,” she said.

I stopped sewing myself back together. I didn’t know the dark woman could read my thoughts. Troubling. I shielded my brainwaves by placing a metal colander on my head.

“That only works with the aliens,” the dark woman said. “And not for all of them, either. Don’t you know anything?”

I know I hate you, I thought, making the words in my mind burn like fire.

The dark woman smiled. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” she said, smiling.

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