An old friend Harry used to tell me that he believed God existed but that they
gave up on the earth and this universe a long time ago. That they was off doing other things now.
Was God gardening? I feel like God might be swimming. They have a very special swimsuit that’s red with little green and yellow smiley faces on it, and they go and dive into the liquid blackness. Glitter gets all over their trunks. When tired, they grab a chair and relax by the sun. They sip champagne they’ve nicked from Saturn and eats blueberries while singing a song their God taught them. They get lonely sometimes but is always excited when the comets race into the sky and crash into each other; breaking off into 50 pieces. Sometimes they are surprised to see that the comets pass by each other, even though they were sure they would touch.
“Maybe it’s for the best” God says.
“Probably” says Harry.
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