“There!” shouts Bo, Boanna’s MAGA-hat-wearing husband. She points her phone to a floating man. “Patriots of God, He has come to take His chosen ones!”
“Hold on,” says Bo, lifting his cap, scratching his bald head. “That’s Walter… the homosexual.”
Next door, a woman with a purple afro floats. “Something ain’t right,” Bo says, “That’s Janice, the tranny!”
Janice flips them the bird and cackles. “How do you like them titties?”
All around, folks more colorful than balloons float, hooting and hollering.
Boanna turns off her camera. “Clearly,” she huffs, “this ain’t no rapture… it’s some alien-demon-witchcraft bullshit.”
