Thank you, Rochelle Wisoff for hosting the Friday Fictioneers challenge. This is my first attempt. All comments and feedback are greatly appreciated. OK, deep breath, here I go.
“It’s time,” Maggie whispered. Ninety years of good, bad, love, and heartbreak.
She nestled into the plump pillows, a far cry from the lumpy one on the bed she had shared with two sisters. She mused Sophie Tucker had been right, “I’ve been rich, and I’ve been poor. Rich is better.” It was Fred that had given her the lavish lifestyle. Now she was counting on her husband one more time. He had told her that when her time came, heaven would welcome her.
And there it was bathed in twinkling lights, the stairway to heaven.