by Glen L. Bledsoe
She awoke with an angel standing at the foot of her bed.
"Do not fear me for I am Jujunezba, Angel of Heaven."
"Am I dead?"
"No, it is not yet that time. The world is long overdue for a miracle for those who require proof of Him. You, Joanna, have been selected to be that miracle. You have been chosen to found a new faith, a new religion to bring billions of people of Earth into the Beacon of His Love.
"Joanna? My name is Cindy? Joanna used to live here, but she moved in with her boyfriend about a month ago."
Jujunezba's face froze. "Oh," the Angel said. "I'm not the one who is supposed to be omniscient. Sorry to bother you." And was gone.
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