It was Sunday. I was sat in the park eating an ice-cream when God sat down next to me on the bench with a much tastier ice-cream. It had sprinkles, chocolate sauce and wasn’t dripping, even though it was quite hot. All mine had was a flake, which I had already eaten because that’s what you’re meant to do. God gave me a polite smile and a little nod and bit the frozen treat. I smiled back and wiped some melted ice-cream off my hand with a tissue.
For a while we sat there, enjoying the pleasantly bright morning. As I was crunching the last bit of the waffle cone, God leant back on the bench and turned his head to me.
‘Aren’t you going to ask me something?’ said God.
‘Did you want me to?’
God shrugged a shoulder lazily. ‘I don’t know, maybe? People normally can’t wait to bombard me with questions, I guess I’ve kind of got used to it. What’s on your mind?’
I thought for a second. ‘Umm… Where did you get that ice-cream?’
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