The Mad Colorist turned the sun green.
Gently, God said, “Change it back.”
“Never. I’m talented, see?”
“Fine. Your choice. You need a bigger canvas. My choice.”
The Mad Colorist fled from an exploding nebula, while God changed the sun back Himself.
“Talented? Ha. Flash in the pan.”
Brenda Anderson wrote this story.
The house had been eerily quiet. She wanted to talk to someone other than her mind.
She found him seated in the rocking chair by the window. Sitting down on the floor beside him, she leaned her head gently against the chair.
The empty chair rocked slightly at her contact.
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“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be, Alan.”
“Sarah, listen to me. I want to make this work.”
“Why not? What have they done to you in here?”
“I love you, Alan, but you have to go. I’m not supposed to have imaginary friends anymore.”
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