by Rachel Howells

Created on: September 02, 2011   Last Updated: November 14, 2011

There was her old love George to think about of course. But it was her new love who now occupied her mind and quickened her pulse. George was probably more reliable, but he'd lost his allure. Eve knew every part of him, having dissected and studied his body from his largest limb to his smallest molecule.

She was surprised to discover there indeed wasn't anything under the surface of George, other than normal anatomy. Perhaps he was a little too fatty beneath the skin and around his organs, but otherwise George was an unremarkable specimen, just as he'd said when begging for mercy.

Eve did not believe him when he claimed that a 40-hour work week, weekends off, the occasional night out with the guys, a hot meal, a cold beer and a warm female was all he needed for contentment. She didn't think it was possible. Didn't he ponder the mysterious meaning and purpose of life and death? Didn't he yearn for an ethereal connection with the soul mate of his dreams? Didn't he feel compelled to consider the nature of God?

How could George walk around knowing at any moment he would die and not wonder why? More perplexing to Eve was how, under these hopeless circumstances, he could be content? She couldn't understand, so she grew suspicious of George.

What if he was a demon in disguise, planted by Lucifer to trick her? Or even worse, what if God was inside George and she was being put through some kind of test? What if George was trying to lull her into complacency before cannibalizing her? She couldn't take that risk. She had to be sure he was a merely an uninspired man, unaware and uninterested in the divine. She had to find out if God was mocking her.

How unsatisfying George's vivisection turned out to be. His autopsy was equally unfruitful. God was nowhere to be found. Eve was so disheartened all she could do was throw George's remains in the meat freezer.

She'd have to be extra meticulous with her new love, Don. He was a beautiful specimen, a thousand times more appealing than George had been. She sensed there was a wealth of hidden knowledge within Don, waiting to be uncovered. And with a quiver of excitement, Eve picked up a scalpel and licked her lips in anticipation.

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