Ficlets

Steve woke to a feeling of emptiness in his arms. Adaime was already up. She was kneeling in front of her small crucifix.

“I don’t understand why you still bother with that, Adaime. If there’s really a merciful God, why is this happening?”

“If there isn’t a God, then why am I here specifically trying to save the human race?” said Adaime, with her eyes closed, her mind still praying.

“For me.” he whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“But why do you need the rest of the human race?”

“Alright, alright, but I’m still not converting.” Steve stood up and walked to his closet to get dressed. “You know, if it weren’t for me, you’d still be in Florida.”

“More likely I’d be at the bottom of the Atlantic…” Adaime rose, crossing herself as she did so. She hugged Steve “Thanks again.”

“No need to thank me, dear, just having you around is thanks enough.” He kissed the top of her head. “Today’s the day we spread your gospel, you know.” He chuckled.

“I wouldn’t call it good news…”