by: Pam Swanborough
He was gazing moodily down at the sea when Gabriel found him.
“Well, yes. But did you actually tell them to take care of things?” asked Gabe.
“I didn’t think they were that stupid!” God sighed. The sea thrashed and roared under the whip of a punishing gale. “They understood life, death, love. Loss. Did they expect me to put a bloody label on everything?!”
He picked up a feather, focused on it. “They understood beauty”. A line of fire made its looping way along the feather’s spine: handle with care.
“Maybe it was the opposable thumbs…” suggested Gabriel.
Writing credit: Pam Swanborough © 2019
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