After the rapture

God was all like, I’m outta here and took the true believers with him.

They fit in the palm of his hand.

And that was that.

The world was as quiet as the post Eyjafjallajökull sky over Europe.

For a little while.

Then, ding, someone came into the shop and had to be waited on.

A kid was hungry.

Cats meowed.

All that.

The streets were lined with people who had thought they were true believers, all moping around.

We stepped over them on our way to work.

And this was our work: peeling back the world, little by little, and letting heaven out.