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‘I Am Not a god’, a short story*

It was difficult pretending to be a god. Dion looked in the mirror and there was a new spot on the end of his nose. Dealing daily with the weight of expectations was rubbish. He opened his front door to find a group of weirdos camped out beside the wheelie bin. He tried to sneak out, but they sank to their knees and chanted: “Dionysus the beautiful.” “I’m not Dionysus, I’m me. And I’m not beautiful.” Then he ran away. At work, he took out his thyrsus. Like everything else at Godsworld, the fennel stick was falling apart. Its pine cone was stuck on with Blu-Tac and the ivy trailed loose. Really, he thought, this place is a joke. He’d taken the job thinking it would be fun, perhaps meet a few girls, he hadn’t expected to work with a cantankerous leopard. “Feeding the lions is about to start,” said a tannoy announcement. He sighed. At the lions’ den, a boy with cherub curls pointed at the spot on Dion’s nose, now the shape and colour of a holly berry, and giggled. “You’re a joke, call yourself a god?” I’m not really a god, Dion thought desperately, I don’t know
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