Let There Be More Darkness

And on the eighth day, when he had rested, he created

darkness.

And for all around him he needed a cloak to hide

himself from his tired labours.

And the antelope and the deer and the ostrich and the

zebra hid

Their faces and ran like tiny children

Into the shrivelling blackness around them.

And the trees grew hoods and the cows winced.

And all the crops began to droop.

Even the coal rattled in terror for, lo, there was no

light anywhere.

And he was well pleased with his labours and he smiled

and was unable to find his way out of the room.

Consequently, he blundered around his new creations;

stamping helplessly left and right upon the new buds of

his endeavour.

Octopuses, caterpillars, tendons and worms were

squashed like buds.

Easter bunnies ruptured like eggs.

At length he found the door, and, fumbling with the

handle,

He chanced to knock the key on to the ground.

As he lowered his nose to rummage around that vast

appendage where he might see something on the floor,

Beheld a ray of light coming in from the hall.

Kevin?Supper's ready.

Mom, I'm locked in!

Kevin... Supper's ready!

Mom!