Four in the morning, Saturday, and the dot on the TV screen had barely faded away when a blinding flood of ethereal light burst through the bedroom window, silhouetting a solitary figure outside tapping persistently on the dirty glass.
Clyde’s eyes were slow to adjust, but he soon realized
that the figure outside was none other than God.
Clyde said, “God’s outside, tapping on the
“Oh,” Marguritte replied. “Then is this a miracle?”
“Well, we better see what He wants,” Marguritte said, and she and
went to the window.
Clyde and Marguritte,” God said.
Clyde and Marguritte said back.
“I’ve decided to destroy the earth by flood as punishment for its wealth of violence and complacency.” God’s manner was grim.
“Oh,” Marguritte exclaimed, “but You did that already, and said You’d never do it again.”
“Well,” God said, standing a little taller, “I’m doing it again.”
“That makes you a fibber… like that Mr. Newman who used to live next door,”
“Never mind that!” said God back, which made the Earth tremble slightly. “I am warning you that you may be spared. Your time is short, so ready yourselves.”
God stared back at her. “What?” He said.
“ I mean, are they actually on fire?” Marguritte clarified.
“I know what you mean!” God boomed back. “No! That is a vicious rumor!” He rumbled, and then, He was taken up, the light disappearing. Then the sky opened up and it started to rain like
Clyde and Marguritte had never seen
before, except once in Montana.
It had been,
Clyde mused, heading for the bathroom, a
very long week.