[ WP ] Becoming a god .

John was walking fast past the Houses of Parliament on his way to work. It was 10.55am and he was going to be late for his eleven o'clock shift. He hated these shifts. He worked eleven to seven over five days a week in Duffy's sandwich bar. The pay was terrible. Jim, the shop manager, would be docking pay today if he did n't make it in before eleven o'clock. He started to run. 
 
 He weaved through the people walking on the busy pavement. Lots of office workers were out for their mid morning tea or smoke break. Some would even be in the shop buying sandwiches long before lunch. Elevenses? Is n't that what the hobbits called it? 
 
 His shoulder bumped against a large man and he lost his balance. He tried to correct his fall but that was hopeless. He landed hard on the concrete pavement. His knees and hands struck first followed by his face scraping along the ground. 
 
 His first thought was of how the bastard Jim would absolutely lose his mind if the staff uniform was damaged. John gingerly felt his knees. There was a hole in his trousers. 
 
 A few people gathered round asking if he was ok. Most ignored him. He sat up and took a deep breath. He still need to get to work before eleven. A woman attempted to lift him from behind. 
 
 Just then, he saw the most astonishing bottle-top he had ever seen. It was rolling past him in what seemed like slow motion. He stared deep into it. It was blue on the surface but invited him to look deeper whatever the hell that meant. 
 
 He reached out for it. It rolled away from him. A desperation filled his belly. He shrugged off the woman trying to lift him from behind and crawled after the rolling bottle-top on his hands and knees. He got close. It was beautiful. 
 In his peripheral vision he saw a large man scanning the ground frantically through the crowds of people. John grasped the bottle-top. 
 
 And looked at the universe.
