Writer from Vermont.
The Creation of Adam
In the beginning, there was Woman. She was a power to behold. Her hair flashed in the morning sun, a vibrant darkness that shone and absorbed light. Her skin was bold and umber, containing the power of the world and the softness of the clouds.
Every day for the past month that I have come home from work, I hear a sound: the soft jingling of a bell and a little mew. I’ll slide my key into the lock, and as I’m opening the door I’ll hear the patter of small paws, followed by the small, black cat that has captured my heart. Her tail, which seems ten times too long for her body, is lifted high in the air behind her, and she’ll rub her body against my legs as I enter the apartment, take off my shoes, and unload from the day.