Bad Day

Mack Brockton, despondant since his wife left and filed in one weekend, unemployed eleven months, but he's no longer even looking now, spiraling down into a wretched trench of intractable depression, continues to inwardly turn his hard questions, like a Rosary, but they're all rhetorical: "What if God had a bad day? What if nothing worked out? What if our thoughts felt like spun cotton or burnt charcoal? What if there were no reasons? What if fear were free? What if nothing good mattered? Would colors go away? Would it all turn into a muddied gray? What if God had a bad day?"