Folly

Father Connor slips his shoes off in the front hall, ready for a drink, but God is waiting for him in the kitchen. He grabs the preacher by the front of his shirt, and slams him into the refrigerator, sending magnets of cute aphorisms scrawled in calligraphy clattering to the floor.

In the saccharine waft of a time release air freshener, God leans close and whispers,"When you were a kid you told your friends that aliens had landed in your neighborhood, and they would start to see them too, just to be a part of something exciting. Don't you ever, ever, get up on that podium and talk about me like that again."