Slamina

They saw Heaven get emptied. They knew timing was everything. Because who doesn't want a piece of the Heaven? So they both came running. From opposite sides. The thin fast. The thinner a little slow. While they ran for the Heaven, the Gods watched. But how did they watch? Amused? Confused?

The climb was steep. But who thinks the Heaven is in easy reach, anyway? They both clambered, fell, retried. Oh, a game had started. Between two luckiest beings of the earth. Because you don't get around to have this everyday. A chance to rip open the oh-so-beautiful Heaven and drown yourself in it. What a feeling!

Yes, that is what they did. When they finally climbed into where it lay, they rummaged through it, desperate, expectant, delighted and disppointed at the other's presence. They snatched it from each other. The dog and the 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 wish I hadn't watched it. I tried to stay away from the Heaven, like all human being would for as long as they could. Behind the dark glasses of my vehicle. I pulled the button to lift the glass shut, but it was too late. The stink had entered. And had invaded my insides. I was dead.

A tinted-glassed four-wheeler with a dead human being inside kicked off dirt on the Heaven, inside which the struggle for life (not death mind you, as you would usually expect) raged between two four-leggeds.

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