I try to sneak my god in, which obviously won’t work. She is not a sneaky god.
My dead father acquires a god. The only evidence of their relationship is the backyard full of shit.
I am to take out someone else’s god for a walk, and someone else’s child from school. I wander off on a journey, alone.
On retreat in the country, the locals and their gods mock me and my god. We barricade ourselves against their threats.
Near a sidewalk crowded with god walkers, I am stuck in a car with my angry, unleashed god.
Some young gods fit in the palm of your hand. Some have definite heft. All are cared for by someone else.
My god is prone to attacking children. We walk with purpose into a schoolyard.
I take my god to an improbable park. She finds the only mud puddle and rolls in it.
My dead god is waiting for me, near the pool.