by Kenneth Crowe
What is heaven? Chris asked. Heaven is a glass of clear cold water, a sunset, a good roll in bed, walking free through fields of wheat. Heaven is in a moment. Hell is a longer process: boredom, hatred, lingering fear, hunger for food, for sex, for freedom. Hell is eternity in a prison cell. I’ve been to hell; I’m never going back. That was one of the few certainties Chris harbored.