Heaven
Toward midnight, a faint knock was barely heard. As if a dream in slow motion, agonizing repetition rattled against his rolled-up folds.
Crossed down knees began shaking, sickness rose in his throat. Foreseen a smoky angelic face, white skin, with bright eyes. He continued knocking, and when the gate opened, Peter gave him choices.
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Nanofiction
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