Charles fumed in the church. Amanda had thrown him out. He had nowhere else to go. If only she was more forgiving – after all, it was just a one night stand – this time.
He looked up at the ceiling. He felt his pulse slow down in awe. Was that heaven? Was that God on the throne? Maybe God could help. Maybe He could change Amanda. He was supposed to be a God of love after all.
Scenes from his own life flashed before him. Hot tears filled his eyes. “O God, I really love her,” he whispered, “Please change me,” (100 words)
This story is part of Flash Fiction for aspiring writers. This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ for our photo prompt!