I had an interesting conversation with an older man on the train this morning.  This is one of the things I like best about public transportation.

We were sitting across from each other – the cars have some seats that face each other – and I was doing a little research for a story.  I’ve seen this gentleman before and we have exchanged polite ‘good mornings’ but never engaged in any real conversation.  This morning was different.

“God is a myth… he doesn’t exist.”  Well, as opening lines go…

“That is rather a provocative remark to make to someone reading this.”  I hold up my Bible, which anyone with reasonable eyesight would not take for something else.

“You don’t really believe all that, do you?”  He gestures to my Bible.

“Yes… I do.  Why do you think God doesn’t exist?”  Talk about a loaded question to make to a stranger!

“From the dawn of time, man has searched for something to keep out the darkness.  There are myths and beliefs throughout the history of man.  ‘God’ is one of those.”

“So, you don’t believe in a supreme being, a Creator of Earth, man and the cosmos?”

“No, I do not.”

“And God is only one more ‘fairy tale’, told to make man feel safe against the darkness?”


“Would you disagree then, that, if only inferentially, there is a God figure in a lot of those old fables and fairy tales?”

“No, but that doesn’t mean a God exists.”

“Actually, I think it argues that He does exist.  Let me ask you this.  What do you think is more believable – man, Earth and all the cosmos were created by the random joining of quarks and atoms borne out of a great explosion eons ago, or….

Man, Earth and all the cosmos were created by a supreme being, a Creator…by God?”

The man looks at me for a moment.

“Then, where did God come from?”

“Where did that great big explosion come from?” I reply.

Just then, my stop is announced and the train slows.

“I’m sorry… this is my stop.  It was nice chatting with you.  Bye.”

As I prepare to disembark the train, I look back.  The man is watching me, a faint look of consternation on his face.

I offer up a little smile and step off the train.


Veronica Marie Lewis-Shaw

21, March 2013

About VeronicaThePajamaThief

Bio: Veronica Marie Lewis-Shaw Born in Lisboa, Portugal to parents of Portuguese/Russian descent, Veronica Marie and her wife, Christina Anne, call the Pacific Northwest home, where the couple are “still very much on honeymoon!” When not teaching and finishing her own studies for a Masters in Sociology, Veronica writes fiction, primarily noir - "I love dark!". Her long fascination with noir fiction prompted Veronica to try her own hand at writing fiction several years ago. She has been published in Pulp Metal Magazine, The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology, the horror anthology 100 Horrors, from Cruentus Libri Press, Nightfalls: an End of the World anthology, Drunk On The Moon 2: A Roman Dalton anthology and Gloves Off: Near To the Knuckle's debut anthology. Veronica has also appeared in the inaugural issue of Literary Orphans magazine and her horror/urban fantasy short story SOUL TAKER was recently chosen for inclusion in Lily Childs' february femmes fatales, an urban fantasy/horror anthology. Veronica counts among her mentors - Carole A Parker, Lily Childs, Paul D Brazill, Richard Godwin, Joyce Juzwik and Vicki Abelson. She is currently working on the third draft of her first novel – a memoir – as well the second draft of her first fiction novel, a fantasy novel and the publication of a collection of her flash fiction and short stories. Lily's The Feardom and Vicki Abelson's Women Who Write Facebook writing group have both been a tremendous source of support and inspiration for Veronica. Veronica’s writings can be found athttp://veronicathepajamathief.blogspot.com/ andhttp://veronicathepajamathiefwritespoetry.blogspot.com/, andhttps://veronicathepajamathief.wordpress.com/
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  1. Good point. I think we’re hardwired for God, and people who don’t believe in him are trying hard to avoid him.

    • I like that… hard-wired. I believe there is a ‘God-piece’ in all of our souls that joins us to our Creator. I think those who would say they do not believe in God are casting aside a fundamental truth that is in all of us, hard-wired, as you say. What is truly sad… these people will go through their whole life being less than who they were meant to be; they will never realize their true and full potential. Our Father has a plan and a purpose for all of His children. For us, I think it comes down to accepting that there is something bigger than ourselves… sadly,some people will never accept that.

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