Heaven

• George Angley, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2012

I stared down, clouds swirled beneath my feet. I took a step, being sure I would fall but the cloud seemed solid. I could see someone up ahead. He turned and started walking away.

“Sir!” I shouted, “Wait!” But my words didn’t reach him. I started running but he seemed to be getting further and further away from me until finally he stopped and I caught up with him.

“Sir,” I began, “Where am I?” He didn’t answer. I thought he looked familiar. Then I realised. “Uncle Nick?”

He turned his loving eyes to me and smiled. Then he walked away again. I stood there, my thoughts tripping over one another inside my mind. By the time my thoughts were organised I realised that the clouds I was standing on were thinning. I didn’t have much time left.

Uncle Nick was just a figure in the distance. So I ran. I ran faster than I could ever remember running before. When I reached him, he was standing there with warm eyes. No words were said. They would’ve spoiled the moment.

Then I realised that we weren’t alone. A crowd of people were around us. Some of them I remembered from pictures. I knew these people were my relatives. I stared at them and they stared back at me. The clouds underneath me were faint and wispy. My time here was up. I took one last look at all my relatives before the clouds vanished and I was falling, but I wasn’t scared.

I awoke in my bed. Light was illuminating the blinds. I rose to my feet. It had been a dream but inside me I knew it was more than that. I had visited heaven and I knew I wouldn’t see those people until I went there myself. For good.