Micro/ Flash Fiction Theme: Prophet
They call me the Holy One, an Oracle, and a Saint.
Honestly, they should call me a snake oil salesman.
Do I get visions from God? Yep.
Do they make any sense? No, no, they do not.
Last week, God projected a pyramid piercing an orange. There is no logic to it!
Afterwards, I told our followers that we would have a great harvest as long as enough people believed.
Luckily, it worked.
The most recent vision? A sheep head-butting cotton candy.
What the hell is that supposed to mean!?
I hate being the prophet.