Righteous

‘So, when we die we go to heaven?’ Calvin asked.

‘Yes,’ his grandfather replied wearily.

‘And it’s better than here?’

‘It’s paradise.’

‘Then why don’t we all just kill ourselves?’

‘You can’t enter if you commit suicide.’

‘But you can if you’re killed in a war?’

‘As long as you were on the righteous side.’

‘Which side’s that?’

‘The one fighting for what’s right.’

‘But what if both sides believe that?’

‘You have a lot of questions.’

‘I guess heaven must be filled with gazillions of insects.’

‘There’s not many righteous insects.’

‘There’s not many righteous people.’

‘Amen to that.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.