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.
“Marguritte,”
Clyde said, “God’s outside, tapping on the
glass.”
“Oh,”
Marguritte replied. “Then is this a
miracle?”
“Well,
we better see what He wants,” Marguritte said, and she and Clyde
went to the window.
“Hello
Clyde and Marguritte,” God said.
“Hello,
God,” 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,” Clyde said.
“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.
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