Sheep from the Goats – By Rachel Kuhnle
Flash Fiction / April 26, 2009

When the son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory. And before him shall be gathered all nations and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats. -The New Testament   I don’t own anything black but my winter coat. And it’s March, but warm for the season, and people all around me are sleeveless. I’m red in the face with sweat on my brow and my eyelids. I’m fingering loose change in my pocket. This isn’t the funeral but the wake. The distinction is important. The funeral will be at a church, the wake is in this tiny little room. But most importantly, the funeral is for family, the wake is for friends. *** And the funeral will be at a church. *** “Sometimes, I’ll just get out a physics book and just read for fun, ya know, I just love all that stuff…I just find it so fascinating, I could read about the life of a star for hours, I could figure the calculations for Atlas, holding the world on his back…ya know?…