"The Benevolent Providence of God" by Gene Hines in Black Market Review

I began to question the justice of God the day Robert Toomey brought a ball of clay to seventh grade study hall and sat kneading it with his fingers, making something.
"What's that?" I said.
"It's a pussy, you little toad," he said. He was sixteen years old and mean. This was his third try at the seventh grade. Read story here.