The Flood

to do what they needed to do, but could not. He had been on this

runaway train into violence and conflict and he had jumped from the

door, and shown them there was a place to land. He had gone

against Lee Golding. They’d been intimidated by the giant that was

the Mighty Lee Golding, but Adam wouldn’t be. He had a big back

they could all shelter behind.

The rain was back. It was loud on the glass roof of the

solarium and it was dark inside. Adam was lying on his back, looking

up. It was still early and others milled about or sat or stood in their

small groups. They kept a distance from him, most of them. He could

block them out as he looked up. In the darkness of the sky, an

underside of a cloud was illuminated by the ship’s spotlight. The

heavens themselves were made seen by that light from the ship

below, a cylinder connecting two spots in an endless darkness.

That’s what Adam saw.

He was becoming more comfortable with what had happened.

He’d always believed in God, sometimes perhaps with more

definitive ideas of what that meant. But he always knew there was

something, and if there were something, it would be participating in

this. If there was one thing he understood that others didn’t, it was

that this was an Earth shattering event. Biblical. God would be

involved.

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