For a Reason

Adrian stands at the top of the staircase in his house, and lets the round glass paperweight slip from his hand. There is a thud as it strikes the hardwood, and rolls almost lazily down each step until it stops at the bottom on the air conditioning vent. He calls his girlfriend right after and dumps her, then goes out the next day and buys a pack of cigarettes and all the books and dorky hats he can afford.

With no God comes no worries.