MORE HEAVEN

Sweeping down a long stretched road, the two friends knew the time, that most of the passers-by were distracted, distracted by their wills of woe. Trees on either side, now not a passer-by insight, a quiet lane, a destination, baiting them, unexpectedly came their way. Stopping slowly, they looked at each other, adventure in their eyes, hands meeting fingers with applause and excitement. Looking out into the dim-lit road, they left the safety of their transport and investigated on foot. Before them, wings, hundreds, thousands of them, glittering wings, the likes never seen by the friends, and most likely by anyone before them. The friends decided to move closer, clapping hands in merriment, the wings, moved further away. The friends began moving faster, fingers tapping fingers in piano key determination; the glittering wings moved closer. Rapturous fingers typing fingers, croaking howls from the friends, wings glittering all around them, swarming the friends, the frog croaking wails commanding more, more, for heaven's sake more!

On their journey home, smiles as wide as a child’s on Christmas morning, they pondered the gift bestowed to them and wondered how they could ever keep such a secret. But as they stared at each other, with closed-eyed little grins, they then croaked into the air, one worming fingers to fingers, the other squatting, slapping hands onto his shins.