Whether it was the god’s fault or not, the weather became beastly cold and worked to freeze their hands and feet. The truck driver had burst open some of her cargo and took out the goods destined for a big-box store, outfitting both of them well. The god’s winter would have to try harder to freeze them.
Eventually they reached the top of the mountain, huddled against the wind and snow. Even in the daylight, the thickness of the storm prevented them from seeing very far.
“Where’s the cavern?” the trucker asked. She held onto the hitchhiker’s arm to make sure they didn’t get separated in the storm.
He held tight to her as well. “I don’t know. This could be a trick as far as we know.”
“How?” she asked. “You saw it just like I did. The vision.”
“Could be falsified.” He fell to his knees and huddled. “There’s got to be a way to call it.”
The trucker crouched beside him and put a hand to the top of the canvas rucksack. She held his chin with the other hand. “We have bait.”
“That’s too big a risk.”
“Is there another option?”
The hitchhiker gripped the straps of his sack in his gloved hands. He looked to the sky and cried out, “I have it! Show yourself, and I can work out a deal. I’ll trade you the Apple if you will grant us our freedom!”
He put his hand to the clip and undid it, showing the contents of the bag to the sky.
The snow stopped falling in an instant, the sun shone from the lap of the god, and then –
“You… You shot me?”
Thank goodness she’d checked my bag. Thank goodness she’d stolen my magnum and hidden it in her coat pocket where the god didn’t look. Thank goodness she’d eaten the Apple and had the free will to pull the trigger.
I shared his heart with the truck driver, and we both relished in his power. The god no longer determined our fates, no longer directed our paths or altered our present. The pesky narrator would have no power over me.
I lifted my hand, the power of the all-knowing, narrating god coursing through my veins, and returned my friends and family to their natural state: alive, well, and home.
She grasped my shoulder. “Can we even go back?” she asked. “We’re not as we were.”
I hugged her. “What else can we do?”
“We can’t control people’s fates. We can’t take away free will just like the god we killed.” A tear went down her cheeks. “Is this goodbye, then?” she asked.
I nodded my head. “I’ll see you around. Invite you to birthday parties, get trashed sometime when it’s a bit more convenient.”
“I’d like that.” She patted me on the back, pulled me tight, and used her newly gained power to vanish somewhere else. “By the way, my name is Evelyn.”
I ran up to where she had stood. “And my name is-”
But she was gone, and I had a new goddess to chase.