Marmalade and whipped cream was all over her face, she smiled shyly sorting the spoons in front of her. From smallest to largest.
“I will go to heaven,” she said, “when they bury me in the ground!”
“Do not talk of death child while you eat cake,” the grandmother said. “There is no GOD, there is no ground. It is all just tales from old books.”
The girl took another of the large cakes and put it on her plate. “So why did they write it in those books?”
At that moment the mechanism creating the artificial gravity had another one of its malfunctions, the cakes started lifting up in the air spinning slowly in front of the girl.
“When we arrive we will again have both ground and gods. I promise,” the grandmother said, “but until then we have to do without.”
More stories. I have stopped doing the Killer Soduko - bloody waste of time. But I need some time doing silly things. So therefore these stories. Much faster than doing logical puzzles.
