As I stood at the corner of a busy intersection waiting for a green light, I noticed a man with a horrific beard sitting half-naked on the sidewalk. His fist gripped a magic marker and he was writing prolifically on a rectangle of cardboard.
From my distance I couldn’t read what the man had written. I did observe he was creating the enormous word GOD. He was broadening the lines of GOD with precise attention. Working carefully, very deliberately. Like a true artist.
Making GOD bold. Preparing for his daily appeal.
My eyes were drawn to the earthy arms, earthy legs, blackened feet in broken sandals.
As I waited to cross the intersection, a clean-shaven man wearing khaki shorts came up to the writing man and stared down with a smile.
Just as the light turned, the man looking down burst out laughing.
“GOD!” one roared.
Short Stories by Richard 