Will God Take Care of It?

By Miroslav Krejci

Published by CUSTOM BOOK PUBLICATIONS
Noveletta imprint

WILL GOD TAKE CARE OF IT?
A fantastically tuned socio-critical novelette, whose heroine, an ordinary girl, is informed from God about his plan to once again destroy humanity.
Where in history and in the present life around us can we find an argument that would have caused him to abandon his intention?

...A Story about God!

• Language: English
• Publisher: CUSTOM BOOK PUBLICATIONS
• Release date: Jul 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370587841

Miroslav Krejci

The Author was born in Czechoslovakia. After finishing elementary school, he attended military college during the period his country was under Communist Party rule. Designed to prepare young officers, he disliked the school, the work they did and the senior officers. It was unreasonably disciplined and impossible to leave, so he ended up in an army jail. Twelve months later, when the Communist regime ended, he was released. He wrote about the period and the many unusual people in a book titled – A Year in Jail. With friends, he then established a successful software company, and over the next few years married. He and his wife have four children. He now divides his time between his work and writing books. The family resides on a small farm where he breeds horses, a love since childhood. They even feature in his writing – Molly & Endo.

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Preface

The period we are living in is strange. Weird. But then which period hasn’t been strange. There is a difference – a large and potentially dangerous difference. The planet is on the verge of not being able to feed the dramatically rising number of people. Moreover, it is overloaded by modern technologies.

We have a communication development here but how could Islamic state recruit new fighters without the internet, without mobile phones? With difficulty. We have Facebook making people closer but have you ever noticed the way, often full of hatred, we are able to react to other people’s opinions? We can write to them anonymously from the safety of our homes, that they had better snuff it than write things we don’t like. Would we say the same if we were talking to them face to face? Not likely but try to answer that for yourselves. Or you can immerse yourself into this book which tries to outline what is probably wrong with the whole evolution and the development of the mankind here on the Earth.

And why is God interested suddenly as to where it is at and what to do about it?

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Rose was in the bathroom, drying her wet hair when her mobile, which was lying on the kitchen table, rang.

‘Who the hell is calling at this hour,’ she muttered to herself as she picked up the phone. ‘What number is this?’ She looked at the display disbelievingly. Nine dark sevens were flashing at her from the display backlight. Rose ran her finger across the plastic display and picked up the imaginary receiver. There was a moment of silence in the phone and then a female voice sounded.

‘Come on, Rose, won’t you say your name?’

‘Who is there?’ Rose asked cautiously.

‘This is God,’ the voice answered.

‘Yeah, you nutter, and this is Barrack Obama!’ Rose breathed with relief and ended the call. However, to make sure, she stood still for a while, watching the phone.

No repeated call came as you would expect from phone perverts. Rose picked up the towel and returned to the bathroom where she noticed a large dark cat sitting on the windowsill. That was weird as the flat where she lived was on the twelfth floor of a Manhattan skyscraper. Rose moved towards the window in disbelief watching the cat intently. The cat was still, watching Rose too. Then it lifted its right paw and started to gesture to the girl to open the window.

‘What kind of a rubbish is this, a kind of dream or what?’ flashed through her mind and she rubbed her eyes. The cat did not disappear though, it was still sitting behind the window, waving a paw – just open the window for goodness sake. Fascinated Rose finally opened the window.

The cat jumped inside immediately, jumped up onto the table, turned its backside towards Rose and let the methane exit its intestines loudly. Then it turned its head towards the girl, sneered and with a long jump it disappeared back outside. Terrified, Rose dashed to the open window and looked down, worried what a cat falling from the twelfth floor could do to the people below. The cat was nowhere to be seen and the tiny people moving on the footpath below showed no sign of any disruption – they continued walking back and forth as usual.

Rose had just closed the window when the phone rang again. The familiar nine sevens were flashing on the display.

‘So what? Do you believe me now?’ the female voice sounded again with a laugh. ‘I hope the tabby convinced you.’

‘That cat was your work?’ Rose asked, disbelievingly.

‘I can send it there again.’ the voice replied, laughing.

‘No way! My flat stinks like a skunk now.’ Rose was slowly coming to her senses. ‘So, you really are God? But you have a woman’s voice.’ She added, ‘God is a woman?’

‘I am what I want to be, so why not a woman?’ an amused answer came.

‘Let’s say I am not dreaming and you really are God. Of all the people, why are you calling me? I'm just an ordinary girl, I have no influence, I don’t make any decisions, I'm just studying and minding my own business. I don’t understand what this is all about.’ Words were flowing from Rose’s mouth in a flood.

‘Just calm down. I can call whoever I want, when I want and why I want. I have chosen you. Don’t try to make any sense of it; as they say in films, it’s nothing personal.’ The