“Excuse me.” The hollow sound of my voice is surprising. Brilliantly glowing arches of gold should echo, giving life to the thin words.
Robed figures slowly ascend the clunky escalator, seemingly unaware I spoke at all.
I can feel the anger pulsing in my temple.
“There should be a golden stairway!”
All these years I slaved over designing a breathtaking entrance only to have the project overtaken by last-second grand ideas.
‘Make it worth the journey to see that pearly gate.’ Of course, you don’t say no to the divine.
“Really sorry Jared. It’s a more economical choice.”