While after her death she did discover there was such a thing as an afterlife, she was not sure she would ever refer to it as heaven. No, that sounded entirely too formal. Eventually, she settled on calling it Wonderland, as a land of wonder it certainly was.
Where the treed were not covered in blossoms the prettiest shade of pastel pink, they were draped in cotton candy, ready for anyone passing by to eat.
There were always groups of birds flying overhead. Some regular birds, other more exotic ones were covered in the brightest jewels or seemed to entirely consist out of various fruits.
Rivers and lakes weren't always filled with clear water either; some were filled to the brim with dark chocolate, and others with luxurious teas sparkling in the golden sunlight.
She decided that she liked this far better than any representation of heaven she'd ever seen on Earth.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
NouvellesMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
