Good as Gone

by Amy Gentry

I’m not saying that these things had anything to do with what happened later on. I’m just bringing them up to say Julie had a history of belief. She wanted to believe there was an inside to the castle, even though she’d packed it full of wet sand herself. She wanted to believe God was a beautiful man who lived with her beautiful grandparents on a beautiful beach, and maybe someday they could all live together inside that beautiful imaginary castle. On the same trip, Dad told me glass was made out of melted sand. How was God any harder to believe than that?