Their Heaven lay in front of them, at the edge of our world. They saw it at the same time and ran for it like their life depended on it. Because who doesn’t want to grab a piece of the Heaven? The thin ran faster and the thinner slower. The thinner small and the thin smaller.

While they ran, the Gods watched, amused.

The climb to Heaven was steep. They both clambered, fell and got up again. But the amorphous path to the nectar of life kept giving in, bringing down with it the two desperate contestants. The two luckiest beings of earth at that precise moment.

When they finally climbed into where the Heaven lay, they rummaged through it, delighted and desperate. Disappointed too, at the other’s presence. The brown dog and the brown girl. In the municipality garbage bin, they put their faces into the now-torn polyethylene bags from which stinky yellowy stale Heaven flowed out. The Gods, after watching for a while, moved back into the restaurant kitchen.

I finished relieving myself, jettisoning my waste fluid across the line, the edge of the tar road, where my world ended and their began.

Their mouths touched the other’s. Their legs pushed the other’s. Their faces smeared with Heaven, their hearts still discontent.

I wish I hadn’t watched. I tried to stay away from the Heaven, like all human being do for as long as they can. I quickly retreated further into my world, shut the car door and attempted to roll the windows up. But it was too late. The stink had entered inside and was killing me.

I came back dead from their Heaven, inside which the struggle for life raged between two dying animals.


Oh, if you are still wondering about the title, please read it backwards.

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