November 6, 2023

The Ghosts of Gods Past

“I miss October,” God said to Moses as they played another hand of pinochle.

“Then why the hell did you invent November?” Moses asked.

God threw his cards at Moses and Moses ran away, crying.

God felt bad. Really bad. All her pinochle pals eventually ended up fleeing in tears.

God walked along, alone, beneath November’s furtive sunbeam and she thought it had been a while since she’d engaged in any type of terraform and thought if she did transform another planet into a livable place she would also rename it November.

“Why don’t you rename it Mosa-Tron?!” Moses shrieked after jumping out from behind a tree.

“Oh, Moses!” God smiled. “I’m so sorry I lost my temper!” And the two of them hugged and giggled.

But then…

“Wait a second!” God said. “How did you know what I was thinking? Moses, can you read the mind of God?”

Moses raised his eyebrows.

“Uh…”

Moses sprinted away from God at full speed and God gave chase. She chased after Moses for an hour but could never catch him. Shit, that Moses is fast. God then raised her finger and moved Pluto so that it was co-orbital with Earth and then dropped down two dinosaurs and named one October and the other one Little October.

Happy times, God thought. Happy times. Even though Moses is an asshole.

“I heard that!” Moses yelled.

God chased after him again. --TK