| Commentary and Philosophy Flash Fiction posted June 3, 2021 |
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love and joy
God Almighty
by Iza Deleanu
Minimize, synchronize, sanitize, emphases on repeat! Locked down! Locked up! I think I am getting out of "my shoes", with joy. I can find rhymes in my boringness. I was born with a chip on my shoulder. Yes, Sir! I like to turn every negative into a positive.
Tonight, I have an audience with Mr. God Almighty. I do not blame God for what is happening in the world. I take it as an experiment for us to learn to be more tolerant with each other and do some damn good. Of course, you can't help an old lady to cross the street because the poor thing is locked inside the old folks' home, and you can't offer food to a homeless person because you might spread you know what. Please, no smiley, because we are all undercover.
God: "Son, what's up?"
Me: "I am happy to see you, God!"
Flash Fiction contest entry
Minimize, synchronize, sanitize, emphases on repeat! Locked down! Locked up! I think I am getting out of "my shoes", with joy. I can find rhymes in my boringness. I was born with a chip on my shoulder. Yes, Sir! I like to turn every negative into a positive.
Tonight, I have an audience with Mr. God Almighty. I do not blame God for what is happening in the world. I take it as an experiment for us to learn to be more tolerant with each other and do some damn good. Of course, you can't help an old lady to cross the street because the poor thing is locked inside the old folks' home, and you can't offer food to a homeless person because you might spread you know what. Please, no smiley, because we are all undercover.
God: "Son, what's up?"
Me: "I am happy to see you, God!"
Tonight, I have an audience with Mr. God Almighty. I do not blame God for what is happening in the world. I take it as an experiment for us to learn to be more tolerant with each other and do some damn good. Of course, you can't help an old lady to cross the street because the poor thing is locked inside the old folks' home, and you can't offer food to a homeless person because you might spread you know what. Please, no smiley, because we are all undercover.
God: "Son, what's up?"
Me: "I am happy to see you, God!"
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