The Bridge

I am writing this to the picture prompt for Wordy Wednesday at Blog A Rhythm. We're supposed to write a minimum of 100 words. 

 Since I like the challenge of writing to an exact word count, I made it exactly 100 words.


Two men are walking towards Heaven’s Pearly Gates.

First Man: I can’t wait to get to Heaven. It’s gonna be great! Nobody is as good a Christian as I am. A crowd is gonna be waiting to welcome me.

Second Man: I know you. In life, you were an evil, selfish man who hurt many people.

First Man: Lies, all lies! 

The bridge crumbles and the first man falls into the fiery Hell below.

AAGGGGGGGGGGGGH!

The bridge reappears and the second man continues walking to Heaven’s Gates.

Second Man: That’s what you get for building walls instead of bridges, Donny. 

Comments

  1. Debbie D. February 27, 2017 at 12:29 PM

    LMAO!! That was great, Cathy. Thanks for the laugh. ☺

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  2. Boisterous BeeFebruary 27, 2017 at 11:28 PM

    What goes around, truly comes around!

    Cheers
    Geets

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  3. SamraFebruary 28, 2017 at 6:22 AM

    The last statement clinched the deal ! It beautifully supplements the bridge in the story.

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  4. RumpyFebruary 28, 2017 at 10:04 AM

    Like! And I know several people who are in similar circumstances.

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  5. Sid @ iwrotethose.comMarch 1, 2017 at 6:46 PM

    Even before the end, I had an inkling that it was the great Trump :P
    Nice one, Cat!

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  6. Chicky KadambariMarch 2, 2017 at 5:54 AM

    Hahaha! The end was totally unexpected! I wasn't even thinking of him! :D
    Brilliantly written, Cat!

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  7. UnknownMarch 2, 2017 at 7:39 AM

    hahahha! Brilliant!! Actions count for so much more than simply marking attendance at Church!

    moderngypsy.in

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  8. Sean SMarch 27, 2022 at 9:05 AM

    Great blog, thanks for posting this

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