When I died I went to the in-between place and God met me there.
“You mean Purgatory. You should say Purgatory. That’s what I named it.”
“No,” I responded. “I like the way I’m thinking of it better.”
Anger reddened the Divine face and the hands clenched.
“See! That’s the whole problem with you. . . “ eyes closed and there was a Divine inhalation of breath. The wind stirred our surroundings. “. . . people. You never do what I tell you.”
God slumped down against an oak tree. There was a two-way sign above his head.
“Okay.” I murmured, looking around and waiting for God to cool off.
The road forked ahead of us and the sign beckoned both ways.
“So. . . uh,” I queried after awhile. “which way do I go here?”
“What are you asking me for? You’re not gonna go the right way anyway.”
“Which way’s the right way?”
“Ahh son,” God smiled. “that is a very good question!”
When I awoke I went to the toilet and brushed my teeth.
“You mean bathroom. Brushing your teeth in the toilet is disgusting.”
“Aw. . . shit.”
“This is what I’m saying.” God agreed.
I shook my head. “No, no, no that’s not what I meant!”
“I don’t know.” God shrugged. “That’s what you wrote.. . . .”