Prompts = Civil, Sanctioned, Bliss
You’d figure that after my heart attack, passing through the Pearly Gates, and being issued wings and harp, things would be simple…
‘Let me introduce myself’, said the angel with gold feathers intermingled with the white, ‘I’m Assistant-Arch-Angel Bobby. Welcome to Heaven.’
‘Hi Bob. Nice to meet you.’ I thought it best to be at least civil, this being Heaven and all.
‘We all need to pull together to make sure Paradise stays that way. Here’s a list of all sanctioned angelic activities you can do.’
He handed me a small pamphlet, the words in large type.
Seriously?
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