“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.”
Word Count: 99
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I want a gold stairway!
Don’t we all! Thanks for reading
I like this story! Even in heaven, the frustrated designer, Jared, can’t get his concepts implemented. You have chosen your words with great care for maximum impact, and that gives us a real sense of how big the disparity is between what Jared designed, and what was actually installed. Nice writing!
Thank you so much Penny! I really appreciate it
I liked that the escalator was ‘clunky’, I could hear it. Even more of an economical move, they couldn’t even put in a good one.
Very true, it was nothing like Jared planned. Thank you for reading
So… engineering and design suffers the same in heaven as on earth? Darn it!!
It would appear so! Such a disappointment
Oh dear. Big let-down 🙂
Indeed! Thank you for reading