Mort - seen

“Mort,” said Mort, to the universe at large.

“What?” said a stallholder beside him. Mort stared around. He was in a crowded marketplace, packed with people and animals. Every kind of thing was being sold from needles to (via a few itinerant prophets) visions of salvation. It was impossible to hold any conversation quieter than a shout.

Mort tapped the stallholder in the small of the back.

“Can you see me?” he demanded.

The stallholder squinted critically at him.

“I reckon so,” he said, “or someone very much like you.”

“Thank you,” said Mort, immensely relieved.

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