Rapture

Little J. sat watching her red and white bobber float on the still water. Her face was scrunched, deep in concentration. Her father, having noticed, put his arm around her shoulder. “Kiddo, what are you pondering so deeply?”

“Daddy, do you think that those who don’t get raptured will know what is going on?”

“I’m not really sure kiddo. I haven’t given it much thought. Why do you ask?”

“We’ve been out here forever, and there seems to be no life.”

“So you think that maybe everyone has been raptured, but us?”

“I think maybe the fish have been raptured.”