Rapture

The skies turned dark, the heavens rained fire, the oceans turned red, and a chorus of angelic voices spread over the world.

“It’s The Rapture!” said someone, and, knowing that only the devout would be taken up and saved, we all fell to our knees and prayed.

All of the sudden, the chorus stopped.

I looked around.

Everyone was still there.

Nobody was missing, no piles of empty clothes, no abandoned cars or anything.

Of course, this meant we were all doomed to Hell for our sins.

“What’s new about that?” I said, and waked to Starbucks for a latte.