They rose up through white clouds; Mary was so excited. she was on her way to heaven. “Look, we’re almost there, baby!” Reaching back for her husband’s hand, it slipped away as he fell to an earthly hell. Mary cried in her mother’s arms.
Microfiction – White Clouds
Published
Timothy French 
That’s what Mary’s husband gets for being a registered Democrat.
Insert song here….”Burn Baby Burn…..Disco Inferno”
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