Killing God

KILLING GOD It is the receptionist, yes, the receptionist, who calls and gives me the news that somewhere inside my body a cancer cell is floating like an angel waiting to take me home. I protest loudly, ask to speak to the doctor who, according to the receptionist, is not available to take my call. I ask her what we need to do to kill this angel and she responds by calling me ignorant and says angels are creations of god and cannot be killed. Wanting and needing to prove her wrong I pull out my revolver, embellish the bullets with silver wings, load the gun carefully and spend the night sitting in my yard killing all the angels in heaven. The next morning, when god asks me what I have done I tell him I have a permit to continue living and shoot him in the head. Copyrighted August 29, 2011 Jim Brewer