«What are they throwing into the bonfire? There is no wood at all!» I asked the Man in a whisper.
«Stories!» he smiled.
«And you both will definitely tell us yours, too,» the Woman smiled, handing cups of tea from a thermos to me and my neighbor.
«What for… tea and thermos?!» I asked the Man, without ceasing to be surprised at what was happening, when the Woman left for the fog.
«It’s more familiar,» the Man answered calmly, and at the same moment a sad female voice sounded out of the fog.
«He told me, „See you tomorrow!“» I heard it and regretted I had nothing with me to write down the stories thrown into the bonfire by ghosts that night, but… if I ever come back…
Suddenly I felt someone’s gaze on me. I turned around and saw an Angel.
«Hello,» I whispered. «Have you come for me?»
«Yes,» he nodded.
«The bonfire stories are still going on,» I tried to protest, as I felt cozy in the fog that hid the faces of the storytellers, and I was about to share my own.
«Don’t be upset!» the Angel smiled as he read my mind. «The bonfire won’t go out for a long time, and stories will follow each other until the last soul leaves the Earth. Now you have to go.»
I looked at the Man. For some reason, I didn’t want to say goodbye to him.
«Well, go,» he patted my shoulder. «I’ll find you later.»
«In the City of the Sun or in the Land of Dreams?»
«Wherever it is written in the Tablets,» the Man sighed.
The Angel held out his hand to me, and we walked away from the bonfire.
«Where are we going?» I asked.
«To the Chancellery.»
«What about the queue? Or…»
«No… however, there are exceptions to every rule.»
We stepped abruptly out of the fog and found ourselves on the outskirts of the City, flooded with the Sun, at the entrance to a skyscraper. I noticed several angels bypassing the queue to lead inside the souls guarded by them. We followed them in. The Angel asked me to wait for him on a bench at the ajar door to the Courtroom, next to others like me waiting something out of turn.
«What a pity,» sighed the Boy sitting to my right.
«Pity? For what?» I decided to clarify.
«We are here and not there,» he answered sadly.
«Why?» I asked, not understanding what he meant. «And where is „there“?»
«I want to be an angel,» the Boy sighed again. «„There“ means in the general queue. And we are here… There is almost no chance to become angels from here.»