Twenty-Nine Tales

<p>You don't talk like God.</p> <p> How do you know? Have you ever once talked to Me? What do you want Me to do start throwing a bunch of thees and thous at you? I'm not the threatening kind Andy. But you owe Me a favor. And it would be better to pay it than not.</p> <p> Oh Please! Andy crawled off the couch and got to his knees. He clasped his hands in supplication. Please just leave me alone!</p> <p> Get off the floor Andrew. Get off your damn knees. And stop folding your hands in front of you it creeps Me out. I've had a stomach full of people whimpering on their knees believe you Me. I never made people to be on their knees they somehow learned it on their own.</p> <p>Andy stared up at the bumpled-white ceiling. What's the favor you ask of me?</p> <p> It's a small thing the voice said. I want you to rescue my daughter.</p> <p>Andy stared at the ceiling. Then he scrambled off the couch and staggered into the kitchen.</p> <p> Andy?</p> <p> I need a drink. Maybe four or five. Oh God! He touched his chest heard his heart pumping too hard.</p> <p> Yes?</p> <p>Drink until I pass out and this goes away.</p> <p> Are you talking to yourself or Me?</p> <p>What? Rescue your...</p> <p> My daughter.</p> <p>The daughter of God.</p>