The Cause Of Death

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"Oscar? Oscar, open the door!" A fist pounded on a hard-wooden door, repeatedly, and it made me cringe.

Time didn't exist for the Father. But for the rest of us? It was four in the freaking morning.

"I can hear your thoughts, you know." The man's voice softened, "I don't like that word very much, it's like padding for a much worse word."

I groaned loudly enough for him to hear. Rude, yes. But I didn't have much respect for the man anymore; he did lock me up in this shitty room for an eternity.

"Language!" He exclaimed from the other side of the door.

"Sorry..." I grumbled, but I didn't move from my spot on the only piece of furniture in the whole room, a small wooden rocking chair.

"I forgive you. But now I must come in, this can't wait any longer!"

It didn't matter that the door was locked it, it's always been locked. But behold, cheap locks can't stop God. He doesn't even need a key.

Which in my opinion, is a bit unfair for the rest of us.

While the tall man shut the door behind him, I rose to my feet--hands stuffed in the pockets of my skinny jeans, and my green sweater hung loosely from my skinny frame.

"Hey there, Pops," I smiled smugly, "How's life treating you? Have you lost some weight? You look good."

God smiled kindly. He always does that, I just didn't understand why he didn't slap me in the face; wasn't I annoying enough?

"Life is a gift. And thank you for noticing, I've been giving P90X a try."

Was that sarcasm? It was! Perhaps I was rubbing off on the dusty old man.

Actually, he was technically the cleanest person in the world--but I'm right about the old thing, he's been alive and well even before the earth started spinning.

"What can I do for you today? Or is it night? I can never tell... Seeing that I don't have a window and all." I gestured around the bare room.

"Time is overrated, or so I hear," God crossed his arms, and began pacing back and forth--his long brown rope trailed behind him, "And I have a job offer."

"And you thought of me? Aw, shucks, you shouldn't have!" I gushed, rocking back and forth on my heels and toes.

"You don't have to stay here, Son, you could leave anytime you want." God's hazel eyes were warm and sympathetic.

"But then someone else would have to take my place. I guess I care about your little pets downstairs a bit too much, eh?"

I opened my hand, and a glass of white wine appeared in my hand. God preferred alcohol to be used for the sacrament and medical reasons, so I only drink in his presence when I'm in a bratty mood.

"And that's why I think this is just the job for you, a bright, caring young man!"

"Stop, you're making me blush..." I smiled a little before taking a long sip of my wine.