softly at first, of how the flakes melted and left no trace. But how soon it covered roads and houses and wiped the town clean and flattened ditches and made the mountain disappear and shut down the factory and turned off the power and shouted from the page of every newspaper in black six-inch letters. Of how it came from nowhere, while I was sleeping, and turned the world white.
A Decision
W HEN I CAME out of school that afternoon, something happened that had never happened before. Neil and Lee and Gareth were waiting for me on bikes by the gate; they followed me all the way home.
I made myself walk slowly and didn’t look round. When I turned into our street, they circled, and Neil rode so close to my feet that gravel sprayed up. They waited to see which house I went into, then they cycled away. I went upstairs and lay on the floor and stared at the ceiling.
I like the ceiling in my room. There are small stains and gray furry balls in the corner where spiders live that are like a little cluster of huts. There are old cobwebs that hang like tired party streamers. And there is a hot-air balloon lamp shade. My mother made the lamp shade. She liked making things too. When I look at the hot-air balloon, I think of her and I think of traveling somewhere and leaving this town behind. I was looking at it now, but for the first time I wasn’t really seeing it. God, I said: “I wish I could do something.”
“Like what?” said God, and I was so pleased He had spoken to me again. I had the feeling of fire along my back and my hair, as if someone had flicked a switch.
I sat up. “Well, what’s the point of having this power if I don’t use it?” I said.
“Your father said it was dangerous,” said God.
“You use Your power.”
“Yes,” said God. “But I am the Almighty.”
“I’ve only used my power for good things so far, haven’t I?”
“Yes,” said God. “So far…”
“But this was what I wanted it for in the first place,” I said. And suddenly I was shaking. “I hate him!”
“Aren’t you forgetting forgiveness?” said God.
“Yes.”
We were quiet for a while.
Then God said: “Of course, there is another way.…”
“What?”
“There’s the Old Testament as well, you know. Have you heard the saying ‘an eye for an eye’?”
“That’s the Law.”
God said: “I see you’ve been paying attention. ‘Soul will be for soul, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand.’ I got tired of being messed around, you see. If people hurt Me, I hurt them back. It’s My Fundamental Law. But you don’t need Me to tell you; you know all this.”
“What are You saying?”
“That someone needs to be paid back,” said God.
“Do You think so?”
God scratched His head—or it could have been His beard. I heard Him scratch something. “Yes,” He said at last.
“ Really? ”
“Yes,” said God. He sounded more certain. “Something has to be done.”
“I’m so glad You agree!” I said. “But what about Father?”
“He doesn’t believe you can do anything anyway,” said God. “I wouldn’t worry. What were you thinking of doing?”
“Oh, something little,” I said. “Nothing much. To begin with.”
“I like it,” God said. “I like your style.”
My heart began hammering. “And it will be OK?” I said.
“Of course,” said God. “That is: I think so. As you said, it’s a small thing. I can’t see any problems with that. A taste of his own medicine will do the boy good.”
“Hooray!” I jumped up.
“I’m just saying, I can’t give you a guarantee it will all turn out as you expect.”
“OK.”
“So are you going ahead with it?”
“Yes!”
God laughed. “Then what are you waiting for?”
How to Make a Man
T HIS IS HOW to make a man. You will need:
mohair
cotton
umbrella/nylon fabric
all-purpose glue
modeling clay
pipe cleaners
paint (acrylic)
Wite-Out
toothpicks
wool
1. Make shoes and shins and hands and arms and a head
A Decision
W HEN I CAME out of school that afternoon, something happened that had never happened before. Neil and Lee and Gareth were waiting for me on bikes by the gate; they followed me all the way home.
I made myself walk slowly and didn’t look round. When I turned into our street, they circled, and Neil rode so close to my feet that gravel sprayed up. They waited to see which house I went into, then they cycled away. I went upstairs and lay on the floor and stared at the ceiling.
I like the ceiling in my room. There are small stains and gray furry balls in the corner where spiders live that are like a little cluster of huts. There are old cobwebs that hang like tired party streamers. And there is a hot-air balloon lamp shade. My mother made the lamp shade. She liked making things too. When I look at the hot-air balloon, I think of her and I think of traveling somewhere and leaving this town behind. I was looking at it now, but for the first time I wasn’t really seeing it. God, I said: “I wish I could do something.”
“Like what?” said God, and I was so pleased He had spoken to me again. I had the feeling of fire along my back and my hair, as if someone had flicked a switch.
I sat up. “Well, what’s the point of having this power if I don’t use it?” I said.
“Your father said it was dangerous,” said God.
“You use Your power.”
“Yes,” said God. “But I am the Almighty.”
“I’ve only used my power for good things so far, haven’t I?”
“Yes,” said God. “So far…”
“But this was what I wanted it for in the first place,” I said. And suddenly I was shaking. “I hate him!”
“Aren’t you forgetting forgiveness?” said God.
“Yes.”
We were quiet for a while.
Then God said: “Of course, there is another way.…”
“What?”
“There’s the Old Testament as well, you know. Have you heard the saying ‘an eye for an eye’?”
“That’s the Law.”
God said: “I see you’ve been paying attention. ‘Soul will be for soul, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand.’ I got tired of being messed around, you see. If people hurt Me, I hurt them back. It’s My Fundamental Law. But you don’t need Me to tell you; you know all this.”
“What are You saying?”
“That someone needs to be paid back,” said God.
“Do You think so?”
God scratched His head—or it could have been His beard. I heard Him scratch something. “Yes,” He said at last.
“ Really? ”
“Yes,” said God. He sounded more certain. “Something has to be done.”
“I’m so glad You agree!” I said. “But what about Father?”
“He doesn’t believe you can do anything anyway,” said God. “I wouldn’t worry. What were you thinking of doing?”
“Oh, something little,” I said. “Nothing much. To begin with.”
“I like it,” God said. “I like your style.”
My heart began hammering. “And it will be OK?” I said.
“Of course,” said God. “That is: I think so. As you said, it’s a small thing. I can’t see any problems with that. A taste of his own medicine will do the boy good.”
“Hooray!” I jumped up.
“I’m just saying, I can’t give you a guarantee it will all turn out as you expect.”
“OK.”
“So are you going ahead with it?”
“Yes!”
God laughed. “Then what are you waiting for?”
How to Make a Man
T HIS IS HOW to make a man. You will need:
mohair
cotton
umbrella/nylon fabric
all-purpose glue
modeling clay
pipe cleaners
paint (acrylic)
Wite-Out
toothpicks
wool
1. Make shoes and shins and hands and arms and a head
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