bite-size tales of wonder

wronged

“Sorry I saw your boobs,” said Bill.

“When?” asked the spirit of his cousin Sandra.

“When we were teenagers. You were changing by the window and I happened to look in. I wasn’t trying to peek. Honest.”

“And?” prompted St. Peter.

“And,” said Bill, “I might have told some friends at school that I had pictures. I didn’t, but I said I did.”

Bill gave a weak smile as Sandra frowned and slowly faded away.

“Do I really have to do this for every person I wronged?”

“Yup,” said St. Peter. “Get used to being frowned at. Next!”