DROP FIVE
Timbo heard the voice of god.
His n***d feet slapping on the cold marble, he spun around the metro station.
“Get out,” the voice of god said.
Timbo looked up, checked every corner. The ceiling was so high and he turned his head so much that he fell on his butt.
“I said, get out!” the voice of god boomed from everywhere.
Timbo darted away and ran a few paces, then hid behind a corner. Surely god couldn’t see him now.
“I can still see you,” god said, his voice clear, coming from all over. It crackled like bad radio, like the one grandma always listened to.
Timbo needed to get some coins for the day. He didn’t really know how much he had, but he could hold them in his palm and feel the weight. He was definitely light and phuro would smack the s**t out of him if he returned l
