“What time is it?”
I rolled over and leaned out of the bed to reach my phone.
The deluge had stopped and the evening sun had broken through the clouds.
“Hey, we survived The Rapture” I said.
“Well, actually, the way it works is that the saved ascend and the forsaken are left on earth, which will become hell.”
From the bed I could see a corner of the convent outside my window. “I guess that convent is mostly empty then, except for one or two naughty nuns.”
We looked at each other and laughed nervously. The bathroom door creaked in the breeze left by an open window.
We got dressed and went downstairs to an empty house. There was food still cooking in the oven but the kitchen was desolate.
The torrential day had given way to a still evening, leaving a soft breeze like a sigh of relief. Everything out in the street, drenched and dripping, glistened in the yellow light.