This Is Heaven?

Photo by Stacey Gabrielle Koenitz Rozells on Unsplash

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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Pastel, Bliss, Store

On the days when his parents were due to be out of the house for a few hours, Bruce would grab the ladder from the garage in order to get into the attic and look at his dad’s old Playboys.

Aside from those old magazines, and the Christmas decorations, the attic was full of items and old memories. Senior yearbooks and tassels - the bliss of never needing to attend school again.  A pastel shirt and cardigan combo with the store tags still on them - a relic of a bygone decade with no hope of ever being worn. And much more.