He watched them as they made their solemn ascent up the escalator, two by two, heads bowed, not speaking.
They were a good bunch. Hard working, conscientious and, on the whole, firm in their beliefs.
He’d pushed them hard over the last year. Angel training was not meant to be easy. The highest of standards were expected but the rewards were truly remarkable.
He felt confident they would pass this final test. Or at least the majority would. His only doubt was young Thomas. He feared the next time he saw that particular angel would be on the descending escalator.
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.
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