Okay, forgot to do a disclaimer last time. So here we go.
Disclaimers: Except for the plot itself, none of these are mine, really. But if God is listening…… ; )
He was bored, fed up, at a lose end and feeling lonely. Being God's official voice meant long periods of time when God went on a sabbatical. These extended holidays were great to start with, he was left in charge, deputising for the creator of the universe was a great ego boost. He got all the perks, bent a few rules, generally lived it up. That was several millennia ago….now it was routine, and a holiday of his own would not go amiss, he thought bitterly.
He sensed rather than felt the light touch in his mind which meant that God needed to talk to him. She floated into the room, still occasionally chuckling at some inner joke. It worried him, the last time she did that she had just created fossils and was having the time if her life watching the confusion on Darwin's face. She definitely had a sense of humour, it was just that sometimes it was a little difficult for him to appreciate it His own humour was much dryer, a sardonic wit born of his cynicism. He definitely needed a holiday.
He turned to her expectantly, " You called." he drawled, his voice deep and languid. Spreading his hands in front of him in supplication he received God's thoughts directly into his skull.
"Really!" he said surprised.
He knew of course that she was omnipresent, but sometimes she still managed to surprise him.
" A holiday, a few days off, a short break? And just what small favour do you require first?" he stated, suddenly realising that nothing was free, not even in heaven.
" Just to check up on her. Sure, I understand you are worried about her. Couldn't you just take a look, no, no too busy. Of course, I can. I'll just drop in on my way to somewhere hot and deserted. Somewhere to spread my wings a little. What little present?" he asked confused, as he hurtled back down to Earth and the humble abode of Sarah Elizabeth Faulkner.