“Kill who…? But I don’t have a kid.”
Josh looked around to see where that voice had come from. Instead all he saw was his sofa and TV.
And a six-year-old boy now sitting on that sofa, playing videogames on that TV.
“What the Hell?!!”
“When’s dinner?” The boy asked without looking away from his game. “I want pizza rolls.”
Josh’s face contorted. Even as he was shocked by the appearance of a child in his living room, he was remembering why he hated children.
Then something else caught his eye. Sitting on the other end on the couch from the boy, his miraculous son, was a hacksaw.
“I’m hungry!” the boy stated like it was a demand.
Josh picked up the hacksaw and looked it over.
“Well he’s not actually mine, and I do hate kids.”
He carried the saw into the kitchen to think this one over. He was bad at theology.
“Bring me a soda!” came from the living room.
“And I would hate for God to be mad at me…”
Josh smirked.
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