Fantasy Drabble #348 “Your Own Personal Jesus”

They sat in the café, mostly silent, as Wilbur processed the new information that had been laid on him. Eventually, he managed: “So, wait, you’re God?”


“But, what about the beard? And you’re not even old.”

“People see what they want to see, what they need to see. Sometimes I’m old, sometimes I’m young. Sometimes I have an elephant head. It’s a whole thing.” He sipped his tea. By the time the cup came to rest on the saucer again, he was a woman. “And what are you seeing now?”

“Like Alfre Woodard, only younger.”

“Oh, I like her.”