The Pearly Gates
The first daemon pushed its large bulbous head through the misty clouds.
“I see the pearly gates!” Rachel shouted to the ten or so daemons waiting at the foot of the ladder.(1)
“Is anybody watching? Is Peter there? What do you see Mabel?” shouted a daemon from below.
“I don’t see anything!” Rachel replied. “C’mon up!”
The rest of the daemons made their way up the ladder and stood on top of the surprisingly springy puffy cloud stuffs.(2) A few of them rolled around. Some tried to snuffle the cloud wisps which made them sneeze. When they finished playing in the puffy whiteness, they began walking toward the pearly gates.
Two angels were on duty that fateful day. Unfortunately for Heaven, they were two bored angels who pulled the short straw for pearly gate duty.(3) It was much better than being a fly spy. They wondered how their partner in bent halos, Babs was faring on her mission in hell. They didn’t envy her one cloud wisp. No one liked being a fly or having to stay in Hell for long. That sulfur smell stayed in your wings for weeks.
“Hey,” Becky said elbowing the angel next to her, “What are those lumbering through the clouds?”
Karen placed a monocle over her left eye to get a better peek. “No WAY!” she exclaimed, “It’s daemons!”
“Really!” Becky squealed. She always wanted to meet one of the rogue daemons they heard so much about in their daily briefings.
Becky whispered to Karen. “You be Saint Peter, okay? You do Saint Peter drag so much better than I do. Remember the beard! And a grumpy face!”(4)