Clark

“You ever spoken to Him?” someone asked. Both Fatma and Maker turned to Siti, who still held her rifle trained.
“I know His heart,” the angel replied.
Siti snorted. “That’s a no, then. What I thought. You made Him up.”
Maker paused. “How do you mean—?”
Siti shrugged. “You angels. You made this God up. Maybe only a few higher-ups did at first. Then the rest of you believed it. But I think He’s made up all the same.”