Short Story

“My dad sat down and waited to feel God.” She said and laughed. “He didn't feel anything so he stopped believing.” She was so spiteful and judgmental about it. Like believing in God, or anything spiritual, was some massive wrong doing.

“I've felt something before.” The group looked over at the girl who had spoken up. “Whenever I go into a church, or that Buddhist Temple in the mountains, I feel something.”

“Well yeah, I almost cried when I went into the National Cathedral but it was the building and the people that came through it - ”

“That's not what I meant. I feel something. I don't know what it is but its different.”

“I feel it too.” The original speaker continued to argue. “It's the beauty of the building and the - ” Again she was cut off.

“Just...just never mind. That's not what I meant. Forget I said anything.”

The first girl turned away in an annoyed manner. She hated being wrong and always thought she was right so being contradicted always got her mad and argumentative. But the second didn't want to start a fight that she knew would lead to bigger problems over something the girl would never understand, so she let it drop.