Ghost

The green-screen shoot took an eternity. “Think benevolent,” the director had insisted. Two hours later, “Amidst the cherubim. Not above.” Dove stuck his chin out and tried resentfully for pious. He wanted his lunch. “Chin down, dammit!”
     “The years have been unkind to Dove,” said one reviewer; another drew a downright mean comparison to William Shatner. One of the CGI artists called to commiserate. “We tried to make the cherubim plumper so you’d look...”
     At dinner, Raven pushed the largest millet pellets Dove’s way. Dove refused food. He was gonna get himself on amphetamines and become thin, like a ghost.

Image by Juan Simón Gutiérrez

The sequel to this story is Helping.