Universe

This one is a bit weird, written while rather sleepy on a train. I'm also posting this on Typetrigger (check me out: www.typetrigger.com/ailsabecker/). I'm not sure how consistently I'll post on Typetrigger but if there's anything I come up with that's either longer than their 300 word limit or if it's something I'm particularly fond of, it will also get posted here.

          He held a universe in the palm of his hand, stars slipping though his fingers like fine grains of sand. Calluses scratched canals into planets as an asteroid belt settled into his lifeline. He held lives in the balance with a snap of his fingers, altered the course of galaxies in the flick of his wrist. Creation was a dice roll, chaos and collisions inside a cupped palm. Each day, a new roll, a new world. He left all to chance.