11 Mar 2018 – The Young Gods

Scott Summers365 Stories, 50 Word Stories, General Fiction


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In those early days, we used to balance the sun on our toes and rearrange the constellations when we swept our fingers across the inky sky.

We were young, then, and powerful.  Our laughs made thunder in heaven.

Even the gods are children once.  Even we grow old with time.