Everyone loves him. Everyone feels safe in his presence. He is essential to our well-being. We flock to him as though he is our savior. Since the Armageddon, there are only a few hundred of us left. So how do I break it to the others?
I shouldn’t have been eavesdropping. In the dark, beneath the ruins of a church I heard him pray to the deity in whom we cease to believe. He pleaded and begged for guidance. What’s worse, he asked for forgiveness. I thought he was our God now.
We are doomed. Our savior is a lie.
4 thoughts on “Time Bomb – 100 word story”
No, no, your savior just has a savior. See, salvation works in layers. Like an onion
Not like a parfait? I love parfaits! 😉
Now that you mention it, a parfait does sound tastier.