Thursday, March 13, 2008

Prompt: Home

Promised Land

The god liked to think of Himself as just and loving, but he was pretty sure He’d fucked up.

First, there was the "most beloved" thing. While it was technically true, since He loved each of His tribes more than anything, He should have realized that the unqualified superlative would cause trouble when they compared notes.

And then the hill: A lovely place, just right for growing olives, of which the god was fond. It was so lovely that He promised it to his tribes as a homeland. All of them.

He was not looking forward to millennial performance reviews.

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