(prompt: 'end' 11/9/2020)

Roxanne was unamused on arrival at the Pearly Gates, faced with Joe Bloggs, standing in for the ethereal St. Peter while he had his morning tea break. Joe was a regular at this job, working the short, Monday public holiday weeks.

St.Pete trusted Joe to make the correct end decision about each wannabe angel. Despite his average, workaday appearance (he still wore denim shorts and navy blue singlet, although holes had to be cut in the back for the wings), he had unerring instincts about who should reap a REWARD, and who had bitten off more than they could chew.