“It’s not Scooter. It’s God.”
“God? Scooter, I mean it. This ain’t funny.”
“It’s not Scooter.”
“Dick? Is this one of your crazy voices? Dick, come on now, a joke’s a joke.”
“Not Dick, not Scooter, not even Colin. It’s God.”
“Right. Sure.”
“Look, I’m not joking. The day of judgment has come. Armageddon, Babylon fading…no more feast of friends. This is the end, beautiful friend. Goodbye, so long.”
“Mister, you don’t know who you’re messing with here.”
“Don’t believe me? Look outside your window.”
“Holy Mother of…uh….”
“God? That would be Mary. Good one. But she won’t answer about now. Those little children in Guadeloupe are keeping her busy.”
“That’s…that’s….”
“Lightning, yes.”
“But…but….
“You wanted a little flashier? I can make it loud.”
“N-n-n-n—”
“You’ve messed with my planet. You think it was easy making that? You think it was easy with the fishes and the giraffes and the birds?”
“You…you….”
“Created the earth in six days. Tell you the truth, it only took the one, but I decided to give it a little test drive for the other five. I thought I made it perfectly—until you came along.”
“Oh my God.”
Illusions & Reality
By Jesse V Coffey
Chapter Excerpt — an American Prayer
“Who the hell is this?”
“That would be wrong, son. Wrong direction.”
“Huh?”
“You said hell. Wrong direction.”
“But . . . bu—. Who is this really?”
“It’s God.”
“God?”
“Big G, the Almighty, the Seer of men’s souls. Just wanted to tell you that I give it up. You win.”
“Scooter? Is that you? This isn’t funny.”