I haven't shared fiction with you in a while. Today is your lucky day. I wrote this upon landing in Dallas on my return trip from Costa Rica last October. Enjoy.
From Heaven
I wonder if this is how God sees us — specks of peach amid his green creation.
I wonder if, when we pray, he plays Where's Waldo with all the houses with matching roofs, looking for the weeping voice among the sea of words.
I wonder if, when he sees the crash coming, he hopes for the best — for the taxi to steer left and the sedan to slam on the brakes and cries as the cabbie pummels the small family while talking on his cell phone.
I wonder if, when we see him face to face, he'll hold us up like a figurine, lift us up in the palm of his hand to the tip of his nose —squinting to see all the details — and thinks,
"Hmm, just as I imagined she would be."
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