End Times
T. Maxim Simmler
Samuel sat on his porch when the Rapture happened.
He looked to his left, and saw Henry Bucks ascending in a velvet light.
“Bloody hell,” Samuel muttered. Bucks had always voted the Democrats. What was he doing up in the wide and glorious yonder?
A few feet away Dennis Hull and the Fisher boy floated upwards, holding hands.
“Don’t steal a rainbow, you poofs.” he shouted.
Was that guy on the horizon a Muslim?
Damn.
He spat on the planking and went inside.
“Guess what, Momma,” he said. “Belinda Carlisle was right. Heaven? It really is a place on earth.”
