“Table for one.”
St. Peter was taken aback. “This isn’t―”
“This guy’s low IQ, I can tell you that,” the man told his followers.
Peter exchanged glances with the Archangel Michael. “Sir, we aren’t―”
“Check your list. They’re expecting me.”
Michael whispered something to Peter, who nodded. “Ah, yes,” Peter told the man, pointing. “Our golden escalator will take you straight there.”
They watched him descend. “‘They’re not sending their best’,” Peter muttered. Michael shrugged.
Inspired by Being Judgey, and the numerous versions of Heaven I've imagined, the first one being on this link. Image by Marjorie at NightCafe.
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