Bad [Short Short Story] From My Writing Past #17: For God’s Sake
[Written in my teens. Can’t remember when exactly.] I spoke, and my voice echoed with resonance and power. “Let there be light,” I said, and with a single upward movement of my hand, there was light, bright and warm and beautiful. I smiled and said, “It is good.” But I had just begun. “Let there be water,” I said, and with a single turn of my hand, there was water, rushing and powerful and wide. I smiled and said, “It…