"God!", I answered, not wanting to get into the details of who's god it was.
"But that's not possible", said he. "God cannot live there."
"Why not?", I asked, bracing myself to give him a watered-down version of how all religions worship the same God, regardless of the architecture of the place in which they do so.
"Because", he said simply, placing his porgy hand on his heart. "God lives here."
How much nicer the world would be if everyone thought as he did.
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.