Deft fingers worked their magic as she watched. The strings jumped like live wires, as he handled them with practised ease.
She’d never asked him before but today she was tempted. Tapping him on the arm, she watched as he cocked his head while his hands never stopped moving.
‘What, this? Puppets on a string. They make me happy.’
‘But, it’s more than that, right? You’re not just any puppeteer. You’re. . .different.’
‘The controlled chaos, my dear. That’s what I love.’
So saying, God went back to his task,not batting an eyelid as he tugged on the strings.
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.