They sat in the café, mostly silent, as Wilbur processed the new information that had been laid on him. Eventually, he managed: “So, wait, you’re God?”
“Sure.”
“But, what about the beard? And you’re not even old.”
“People see what they want to see, what they need to see. Sometimes I’m old, sometimes I’m young. Sometimes I have an elephant head. It’s a whole thing.” He sipped his tea. By the time the cup came to rest on the saucer again, he was a woman. “And what are you seeing now?”
“Like Alfre Woodard, only younger.”
“Oh, I like her.”
A fun take on the theme
ReplyDeletenicely done, David. Different take.
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