• It was strange being in heaven i had heard so many things. Yet something about it i loved ok well someone there i loved. I despised the place. Everyone was too happy. It was sickening. I wanted o throw up as an angel showed me the world that blinded the eyes of my fellow demons. I had to get used to it though because i had no way of getting out. Then one day i was walking along a cloud trying my best not to cry when i met him. He was sitting on the side of the cloud his legs dangling carelessly down. He turned to and saw me, i smiled, to my own astonishment. He got up and came over to me as if we knew each other.
    "Hi, I'm Jesus and you are," he asked.
    "Lucy nice to meet you,"I answered. We ended up siting on the cloud and talking for hours. I talked about our families and how long we've been in heaven, and as two people who had died we talked of some of the horrors of the world. I knew much more then he did of course. He was shocked and had the impression that i had seen far more then i deserved to have seen in my life. That got us on a conversation about what is considered bad and good. We both agreed that where and how a person grows up determines what they see as bad or good.
    "Even demons," i asked wondering his opinion.
    "Yes even them, just because someone is in Hell does not mean they're evil, it could be for many reasons,"he said. I liked his answer. I liked it so much that i leaned into him and gave a quick kiss on the mouth. Then i got up waved bye bye with a single finger. I spun on my heal and sauntered away........................