By Gary Davison
On the eighth day, the Creator danced with joy, delighting in his wondrous handiwork.
Rays of sunlight, wrapped in a cerulean-hued sky, surrounded and comforted all living things.
Inspired from his own image, mankind flourished, pure and innocent; a precocious masterpiece.
She appeared and stared awestruck.
“Look at everything!” he said, running to her side and pointing to the heavens.
“A glorious first creation,” she said, marveling at the dazzling blue orb spinning in its celestial home.
“Mankind will need your grace; they’ll love you, yet sometimes break your heart. You’ll understand this someday, child—but for now, it’s your bedtime.”
You hooked my curiousity with a great use of the word “precocious.” Because it typically describes a child, I found myself wondering “Who’s his parent?” As I read further, your “Running to her side and pointing to the heavens,” is a great example of a child looking for approval. And I enjoyed the ” . . . now, it’s your bedtime” ending. How would I describe this? Heavenly? Divine? Hah! Thanks for the story.
Thanks for the kind words Neil.
Really good. And right in the centre – ‘“Look at everything!” he said, running to her side and pointing to the heavens.’ – is the line that brought it to full magical life.
Thanks Jack
Very sweet and descriptive of the heavens and sky. (And cerulean is my favorite color) The twist of the goodnight story was pretty cool!
Thanks Sue… I’m a big fan of all things blue.