Footprints in the Sand (probable blasphemy)
“Peace, my son,” said God.
“But I was just with my on-line match,” I protest, “she’s pretty and athletic, quite muscular actually. And her profile said she was attracted to smaller men. She was perfect!”
“It’s easier to show you,” said God.
A beach appeared. “That’s where we were!” I said. “See the two sets of footprints where we walked hand in hand? But why only one set of prints coming back?”
“You see,” said God, “It was then that she carried your body back to stuff into the trunk of your Camry.”