23 Grams

Yahweh beckons me forward. Don’t make eye contact, I remind myself. I live in fear of losing my crap job and never finding another one so good. A choir of angels arranged in rows by rank are humming hymns in the background. I grew up attended by key figures from the Bible. Now, as I approach along a dark country road, my soul weighs a pitiable 23 grams. I was stupid to ever think it wouldn’t.