God calls me in the evenings. He leaves short, cryptic voice
mail messages. Blocked Caller. Always the same. Click Click Rustle Click. How
did he get my cell phone number? Off a public bathroom wall, maybe. Click Click
Rustle Click. But I can’t call him back. And I never hear the phone ring.
-
Little dark hairs were starting to grow on Mellie’s legs.
Jeremy hadn’t really ever noticed before. He hadn’t ever really stared at her
legs. But there they were, balancing on his shoulders, brushing against his
cheek. It made him blush a bit, but Mellie didn’t seem to notice.
“I swear, Jemmy, if you so much as flinch. I’ll kick your
ass.”
And she stretched her arm out towards the rusty window
frame.
-
Don Barginear’s pant zipper had the annoying tendency of
getting stuck halfway down.
So focused was he, while fiddling with the thing, that he
didn’t even notice the Universe’s breathing.
“Ahhh.”
He exhaled as he finally managed to relieve himself. His
piss sounding like wind chimes against the porcelain.
“Ahhh.”
The Universe, relieved, as well, as thousands of men on
planet Earth simultaneously emptied their bladders.
Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhhhhhhhh.
-
It was because Mellie’s shoulders were too wide, but…
“It’s the damn window. The damn window’s not wide enough!”
-
The youngest deity was falling. It was an easy thing to do,
she realized, once she had made up her mind to do it. She swam, she sung, she
projected her existence towards the Earthlings. What would it be to feel? She
thought. So spread her light as ink in water, water in ink. The Earth particles
attached themselves. She was changing.
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