Blue Moon

For 15 minutes, Bryan had a direct one-on-one conversation with God. God hadn't sounded anything like Bryan had imagined. His voice was a cinder block being dropped upon pillows of light. His words descended and ascended like the perfect melody, always ending with a perfect cadence. Bryan couldn't figure out why He would choose to speak to him and he never asked. He asked God why he could not see him sooner. God explained that he had been very busy lately and Bryan understood, having to watch over the whole planet and everything.
God looked a lot more normal than he thought he would. He was wearing a green polo dress shirt and khakis. He looked tired, dis-sheveled and a little more afraid than he was usually depicted. His hair was a dark olive oil-aided combover and his eyes were like after-dinner mints, with their red swirls.
Then he felt his surroundings change. Brian and his omnipotence were transported into a white field, surrounded in a beautiful otherworldy light. He felt creation and rebirth in these lights. God hovering over him, appearing to be pondering very serious things whilst speaking with him. Occasionally other voices would interrupt them but only for a moment. He made sure that Brian came first.
As Brian laid back on the bed of flowers, neck tilted upon the piercing light of the heavenly sky, he began to feel their discussion would soon be over.
“Hey God?” Brian asked.
“Yes Brian?”God responded.
“Am I gonna leave this place soon?”
God seemed perplexed at this question. He gulped and responded with a simple “Yes.”
Brian considered his next question carefully.
“Why did you visit me? Why not anyone else?” He asked.
“Because,” God explained, “You're my son. I love you.”
Brian pondered as he felt his very presence weaken. All his energy left him and he felt he could only stay there for a few moments longer. He thought of what the most important questions he could ask God would be, but his mind fixated on one that was very specific to him. He couldn't help it.
“God, why did my dad leave us?” The eight year old boy asked the omnipotent deity.
Confusingly, God burst out crying and rested his head on the bed of flowers Bryan laid upon. His eyes were forced shut as oceans of tears flowed from them. And Bryan would never hear the answer he seeked because a piercing white noise ended the eight year old boy's friendly conversation with God.