EARLOBES

Haroin walked barefoot across the clouds beneath her feet, pieces got wedged in-between her toes like cotton. On either side of her like statues were what she was told were God's Enforcer's, dressed in red uniforms. Directly in front of her was who she was told was God. He wore flamboyant orange pants and a weird hoop; Haroin deemed him on sight as no God of hers.

As ordered before she was allowed into the room she walked in a uniform line toward the man and stopped just three feet from where he sat in his low, red chair. In one hand he held an apple; he stared at her and took a bite. Haroin did not bow as ordered and sniffed once, staring back at him with a lazy expression.

"I like your earlobes," she said and then coughed into the crook of her arm. "They're very… long."