The Deferential Deity



Aubusson rug—reproduction? The Bella Cottage

ANYBODY HOME?
“Hello?” the entity once known as God is
whispering. No one is listening. Nobody pays
attention. Ken is busy with his inner conflict.
Well, a fellow’s gotta make a living. Ah, we have
a winner—EGO: One. CEREBRAL CORTEX: Zero.
But Integrity collapsed and couldn’t finish.
Oughta throw the sap a pill, huh?

This is where we keep the children. Anybody
home? They’re electronically engaged; it’s a
contemporary form of bonding. Jeremy is
leaking serotonin on the Aubusson, but that’s
okay. It doesn’t stain. Don’t you adore
technology?

“Ahem,” suggests the ex-Almighty deferentially,
but nothing penetrates Eliza’s body suit and
anyway there’s righteous indignation welded to
her frame and doing violence to her adrenals
and intestines.

What’s-his-name—yeah, him, Divine Wow—is
on the schedule, penciled in, for—when? Oh,
Christmas Eve. Until then everyone is occupied.
Until the lights go out. Until the silence.