Afterthoughts

Jennifer Perkins     Having been raised in West Texas in a Christian family, conversations of the end times and the rapture happened often.  They always intrigued me. One day, while visiting my sister, we sat at her kitchen table drinking coffee. Suddenly we heard a noise that sounded like a trumpet.  It got louder and louder.  I looked at her and said, "When the rapture comes, isn't there supposed to be the sound of a trumpet to announce the return of Christ?"       After a moment of awkward silence, my sister got up.  She went to the living room where earlier she had been ironing. When she unplugged the iron, immediately the sound stopped. Laughing she said, "That did sound like a horn.  It was just my worn-out iron.  I've needed to get a new one for a long time.  Can you imagine what it would have been like if it had been the rapture?" The Trumpet Daily, an old woman sat by the side of the road. She had lost her youth, and on her face, it showed. At dusk,