It was coming.
He held her hand.
"Watch over it?"
He gazed resentfully at her bloated core.
"Please."
Nod.
Her body arched, the white-hot material of stars pouring from her mouth, eyes, nose.
She knew one moment where she was both beginning and end.
He wept.
His tears steamed upon the glowing orb.
He wept until the globe was dark, until he had no tears.
Loving and loathing, he placed it near a sun. Now she could not say he had done nothing.
He left.
That is how the world began. That is why God will not hear your prayers.
About the Creator
Nell Fay
I've been writing fiction/fantasy since I was a child, often at a middle grade level but not always. I haven't tried to post or publish anything until now, however. I hope that you like it.
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