There is this girl...

Who writes real good stories.

"The Story of Talema Who Went Out In Search of His Name"

It is good. But here another one: I like it. Got the translation. Yes, I know her. I'm lucky.

God was gone.

Like he was lost, or dead, or like he never existed. People were unsure and confused; as if someone just turned the lights off, they started walking gropingly in the dark, not knowing where to go. The electricity was cut. It was like someone had taken their clothes away. One usually isn’t aware of his clothes, but their absence is extremely eye catching. Even those who never before realized God was there did realize it once they stood completely naked.

The smell of silence and change rose from the houses. “We’re Closed” signs were hung on the walls of churches, synagogues and mosques; evil eyes and crucifixes were taken off walls. Sobs arose and melted into the groans of people who didn’t know where to find shelter. The Buddhists just shrugged, and started to wait for God to reincarnate in a higher form.

The governments took measurements to assure national security; investors hastily grabbed their phones, shouting instructions to banks. Workers called it a day off and went home; unemployed ones continued to sit at home. The poor no more knew who they should complain to. The children got confused; some cried because they wouldn’t get the red bicycle they wanted for Christmas, some were happy that faeries didn’t count as God and continued to leave their teeth under their pillows. The smaller ones just shrugged and went on with their game; better the grownups decide whether God existed or not. The even smaller ones didn’t know about God anyway; they just went on trying to eat their toes.

The sinners were happy that no one was left to send them to hell. The philanthropists were disappointed that they wouldn’t profit from their charities. For the drunkards it was a reason to drink, but God or not, they always had a reason anyway. The Theists gave the Nihilists 100 bucks. The dreamers prayed, the opportunists started to work on the Holy Scripture of the new era. And all the infidels, the atheists, and the blasphemous, peacefully watched from their living rooms the fish that swam around in their fishbowl with their eyes and mouths wide open.