Killing God

Killing God I worked at a drive-in theatre years ago before they died. not a bad job lots of movies. Some tedious tasks, I had to check every speaker in the field. Turn up volume, listen, move to next post. Turn up volume, listen, move to next post. Turn up volume, listen, move to next post. 500 times. That day the light was yellow, electric, turbulent clouds roiling ominously. I stopped, transfixed. Staring at the half-brick in my hand. Where the hell did that come from? I looked around, bemused. Five rows back at the edge of the field was a small pile of rubble. I smiled gently, perhaps a little wickedly. Of course. In the middle of a field of metal posts, an electric storm brewing. If lightning strikes, if there is a judgemental god, I will meet that prick armed with a half-brick.