“I’m in a city somewhere.” Rand stood on the sidewalk looking at his reflection in the windows of the building across the street. He pulled out his wallet.
“Yeah, plenty of cash and a credit card.” He stopped when he saw the name and address on the drivers license. “My picture, but from a long time ago.”
It got worse when he saw the expiration date.
“That was decades ago.” He looked at his reflection again. He was so young.
“What happened?” Then he remembered the wish he made. He had been dying. Cancer.
A voice said, “Welcome to Heaven.”








