The Lion’s Share
And then the phones went dead and the lights dimmed to brown and the overhead sprinklers came on and soaked everything. Computers crashed. Of course there was no radio and no TV and cell phones gave off blue sparks. Gasoline turned to sand, weapons of every description vaporized, and various presidents, kings and despots stood on their balconies and cried out assurances.
People drifted into the dark streets. By daybreak it was all about food and water, and by week’s end the strong ruled the lion’s share of everything.
It would be years before God worked his way back into the picture.
