By Anarita Botelho
“You’re a hoax!” she said. Silence on the other end.
“You’re nothing but a leach, just a tool to control me. You are not allowed in here. Shoo! Scat!” she screamed. The quixotic silence continued…
The asphyxiating lull filled the small rotten tent where she lived with her two-year-old. The silence was now pestilent.
“You are the colossal cause of all wars. People die every day because of you. You are nothing! You do not even exist! You are a thought to control me. You are invisible and non-omnipotent; you have no power over me. Be gone!”
God was silenced forever…
Deep and written well.
Thank you. Yes there was a lot of frustration 🙂
Powerful writing.
Thank you.
Interesting use of ‘non-omnipotent’ instead of simply ‘impotent’, which mirrors the whole piece’s ambiguity nicely.
Vesna: Actually, at first, I used the word “unomnipotent” but this word doesn’t exist. I thought I wanted to keep it but the edit chose suggested “non-omnipotent” instead. It’s not as powerful but it did the job. Thank you for your comment.
Really hard-hitting stuff. I really didn’t see that ending coming, which gave it even more of an impact. I could really feel the narrator’s frustration.
Yes frustration galore. Thanks.
Sharp and definitive. Good work.
Thanks.