The People Like Me
A short micro fiction story
The night I died I met God. The first thing I told Him was there will be no reconciliation with the people I knew on earth. There is not a single drop of forgiveness in my heart.
He got up from His throne, took off His crown revealing the scars where the thorns pierced him and stood in front of me.
“Heaven is communion, if you don’t desire to be with the people you spent your earthly life with… then who?” He said
“I want to be with the people just like me” I said
I blinked and when I opened my eyes again—I was in hell.