: Almost perfect by CD Richards
75 Words Flash Fiction contest entry
The Creator surveyed his handiwork, feeling a slight unease.
A clear blue sky spanned an endless horizon. In the foreground, towering trees, through which golden sunlight streamed, bringing cheer to tiny mammals at play on the forest floor. Bellbird conversations echoed across the canyon.
This is too much perfection, mused the Grand Designer. Without ugliness, how can beauty be appreciated? In the absence of evil, what makes a thing good?
And so, mankind was born.
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