Photo Copyright-Rich Voza
So this is heaven, thought Stevie. Really, not at all like she thought it would be.
“Hello? Hell–OO…Anyone here? Angels, you here?”
Why did mama always say, “Heaven is the place you need to aim your pretty little eyes up to, Stevie. Never take them eyes off heaven, ya hear?”
“Yea, mama, I will.”
Suddenly, as Stevie walked towards the end of the hall, she felt the loss of her hearing as the cold steel silence began to press firmly against both ears.
“Mama, this heaven is scaring me. You here mama? Please open your door.”
“I desperately need you.”
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This 100-word story is my first entry for the Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Thanks for sharing some time with me today.
Peace be with you. 🙂
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