"Holy Crap!" — Religion, in a small town, and other tales of The Great A

Again we join the adventures of Tommy, Nona The Waitress and Robert S. Thompson in The Great American Westerly Midwest. This time we follow Tommy around town as he and his friend, Johnny, try to solve the great mysteries of religion; whether God exists, and if so, where is He? In the park? In the drug store? The cafe? Nona doesn't believe in God, she says, and Robert is just glad to be alive.But Kora sat unmoving, in great magic. The walls, her home, faded about her. Warmth went; all alone and on a freezing plain, dressed in a tunic, sharp knife in her belt, bow on her shoulder, arrows in a quiver behind. Her eyes gleamed; a pale cold light, ˈlɪmpɪd ɪn ˈdʌlnəsShe looked around. Away, at vision’s limit, a dark shape rose above the plain: a Tower, the only thing in all this barren place: no bird flew, no grass grew. Despite the wool she shivered. Breath-clouds hung in the raw air, ˈsləʊli dɪˈzɒlvɪŋThen in eye’s corner something moved. She turned to gaze across the Waste and saw a Cloud. Far, almost straight behind her as she faced the Tower, it too reared up black and sheer. Unlike the Tower, moving, whirling, wisps trailing their tentacles around a core, ˈtwɪstɪŋ ɪnˈseɪnli