“Okay, I get that it’s a social club, exclusive clientele and all. Why is the entry way up there? I don’t understand.”
The base of the door was several feet over our heads. While we craned our necks looking up, I tried to explain.
“Consider it an entrance exam. All you need is Faith. Look, there goes Michael.” The archangel walked directly up to the door, opened it and stepped inside.
“It’s pretty amazing.”
“Oh, that’s the easiest bit. Here comes the real miracle.”
Michael’s haloed pig winged its way through the door.
“Yep, today is the day they fly.”
In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:
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