Behind God’s desk, the right hand practiced Free Will. His hand tossed a great coin. Some wolfish howls were meant to say, “This coin is the currency of Love rolling back and forth on God’s knuckles. Cast it contemptuously back into our world. A little man with a shy voice we cannot expect. Inspect our sweat, He’ll be shocked at the strangeness of its surface.”
…The wolves then moistened their cracked lips with their tongue.
Hadi Atallah 
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