God looked down on the world he’d created. It had been a painstaking and extremely intricate task that had taken a full six days to complete and had then necessitated a long rest on the seventh.
He stared at the millions of fine, almost invisible threads that held everything in place. His own little puppet theatre and he controlled it all.
When he was bored he’d pull violently at random threads or cut thousands at a time and watch the chaos and destruction his actions caused.
After all, he thought, it was his toy to play with as he wished.
Photo courtesy of Sandra Crook
100-word story for this week’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers.