This piece was written for the Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘harmony’.
When I got to the afterlife, hoping for an eternity of bliss, I found an entry process that was more than a little discomforting and, I have to say, a little too modernistic and worldly for my liking.
No fluffy clouds, no harps, no pearly gates, no St. Peter with a long white beard and a humungous book detailing who’d been naughty and who’d been nice, just a bar code reader that automatically assigned a room in one of the many mansions to virtuous souls.
As I nervously stood on the assigned spot, a green √ displayed on a screen and a slip of paper was dispensed, which read Room 101, All Saints Palace, Divinity Drive, Paradise.
Before I began my journey, I watched the next person approach the Eternity Or Bust hotspot and a big red X flashed and I heard them scream in terror as a trapdoor opened beneath them, flames shot up, and they disappeared.
As I scurried off to find my room, I noticed a number of high brick structures and I asked a passerby what they were for and she said ‘Behind each of them are separate eternities for the Catholics, the Jews, the Hindus, the Muslims, the Buddhists, the Taoists and any other religion you can think of and they all think they’re the only ones here. It’s a harmony thing.’