He takes me to the place with the blunt knives and the slow kids, chopped up on plates for the masses, carefully arranged and fresh.

God’s Problem

God sat on her red, quilted cushion to think. She summoned up a glass of iced tea, the homemade kind, the kind you pretend you like when out with other adults. She sipped and pondered, pondered and sipped, and tried to solve her problem. Hare passed by. She addressed Hare. “Lo there, Hare, let me […]