No Bigger Than God's Thumb

One day just like that she began. A little smudge no bigger than God's thumb. Forgetting old bones and scarred memories she was born one early March. A lion in a baby carriage roaring and carrying on as if she had just been flapped to the moon. The old perambulator squeaked as two strong hands clutched the bar and rocked up and down. Moms cherry red lips whispered in the winter wind as the snow fell softly all around. The angels created origami wings and fluttering them around her like white sail boat masts, entertained her to no end as the sun shone down with all its strength. Was the world ready for a super-girl filled with superpowers of delusional dimensions? Where they ready for her free-will descension? The Earth winked at the stars and the sun cradled the moon. V was propelled to a palladium planet by an introspective God who watched from heaven's big screen as a tiny by-product of a dismantled placenta, a backlash of an Infinite Spirit's creation, a clairvoyant child with a good dose of E.S.P. , was suddenly back on Planet B . God rolling up the parchment scroll gave out a sigh of relief. It took as many years for her to mature as a fig on a southern tree. But grow up she did and oh the things she achieved, who knew ? to be continued...