Godshot

by Chelsea Bieker

Curiosity was the first rung on the ladder down to hell.

I wished God would tell me what to do himself, not through the mouth of a man.

“Come be with me, princess,” he said. There it was again: princess. Why did grown men want a princess? Something about it seemed creepy.

order. If God sat right here in front of you and said eat your own foot, you’d do it. Vern said girls are too emotional and that less information is easier. You’d make something out of it that wasn’t even real and here you are doing just that, proving him right.” “If God asked me to eat my own foot I’d hope I’d realize he was no God.”

it. I didn’t want to know everything. I thought about how faith worked. I wondered, looking up at the endless black of starry sky, if God was someone I hadn’t begun to know, but could one day. If God was nothing like Vern. If God was something separate, something not religious at all.