Djohaal

God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below. "Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him. God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice. "Jesus Christ! Look! "Oh my god!" "Where's my camera?" He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying. "But... why? You've got so much to live for..." God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you." He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building. *     *