walking with my brother

I asked my brother where he thought we went when we died.

“Heaven?” he answered quickly.

I smiled and was relieved. I think it’s a peaceful thought for people.

It was foggy and the animals were croaking when I asked him what he thought was making the noise.

“Crocodiles?”

Ha, once again I smiled. “Are you sure it’s crocs? What else could it be?”

“Frogs?”

I thought about it for a moment in silence. Then he said, “But it could be crocodiles.”

I laughed. What do we really know? We’re just walking through the dark, in the fog, making sense of the shapes and sounds. But what does it hurt to think it’s crocs, after all?