God says, “Once you turn into an adult, you will have approximately twenty-four hours to live. Is that clear?”
Mayfly nods.
“That’s not a lot of time. So you better be quick about finding a mate. Clear?”
Mayfly nods.
“Like all other creatures, you also need to survive being eaten by other creatures. Or by deadly natural circumstances. Clear?”
Mayfly nods.
“If you fail to reproduce within this short span of time your species will go extinct. Clear?”
Mayfly nods again.
“Well, don’t just stand there nodding your head at everything. Don’t you have a question for me?”
Mayfly picks up a quill and scribbles on a dry leaf
NO MOUTH

Love this! Keep ’em coming, Frank!
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;>)
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Ha!
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What a wonderfully imaginative and thought-provoking piece! 🌿✨
Your story captures the fleeting yet intense life of the mayfly with both wit and poignancy. The dialogue between God and the mayfly is brilliantly structured — simple, direct, yet layered with humor and existential depth. I particularly love the final moment, where the mayfly, instead of speaking, picks up a quill and writes — a subtle, clever twist that conveys curiosity, defiance, and intelligence in a creature with only twenty-four hours to live.
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Yikes!😆
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terrific!
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