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A Hundred Years
by afrai

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I. Well. That Was A Bit Of A Farce, Wasn't It?

Brutha looked up.

"Which part?" he said.

II. Good Point.

"So," said Brutha. "What now?"

The difference between Brutha and ordinary people was that when he spoke to his God, He answered.

III. You Could Retire. I've Got This Really Nice Elysium Set Up, Not Too Far From Dunmanifestin. . . .

The difference between Brutha and ordinary prophets was that he knew his God's answers were rubbish.

"No," he said. "Let's . . . talk religion."

IV. You Never Stop, Do You?

"I'm your prophet," said Brutha.

The giant face smiled.

V. Good Point.

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