Drawing Board

by Charles Spano, Jr.

   And God said: "LET THERE BE LIGHT. . . ." 
   "Aw, nuts," God complained a moment later. He surveyed His universe disgustedly. He'd been at it all week and was tired and hungry.
   "Trouble again, dear?" Ms. God thought sympathetically. "What is it this time?”
   Moodily, God chewed his lower' lip in an artistic snit before answering. "Too many red stars and the galaxies are at the wrong angle." 
   "That's the third week in a row, isn't it?" His Mate asked.
   "I know how many times it's been," He said a trifle sharply.
   "Well, come," She said. "I'll materialize some nice hot chicken soup. It will make you feel a lot better." 
   "Maybe later. I've got to work on one solar system. It's almost right." 
   "You know you shouldn't create on an empty stomach. You can try again next week." God sighed. 
   "You could be right. But that third planet. . ." He looked at that corner of space and considered. Then He changed His mind. And God said:
"Ahhh to hell with it"