Zachary

Out on the terrace, the downtown skyline was glistening and bright against the sky, an Emerald City whose only guard was lack of belief. He hadn’t had faith until he wanted something, sure, but once he did it became more—a subtle love, a faith in his desire. Money had been like a god whose unseen miracles could be explained away by unseasonable weather. But now he had seen, and they were some marvelous plagues.