Frank looked up.
The wall didn’t end. It didn’t disappear in the clouds. It didn’t fade gently into the nothingness of the sky. It simply didn’t end. Frank looked left, then right.
“Hello?” He called as he began walking. He looked down. The ground looked wet even though it wasn’t.
“On your left!” Someone called. Frank turned. A woman, elderly and nude, jogged past.
“Hey!” Frank called after her. She didn’t stop.
Frank started running after her. It didn’t take long to catch up, she was quite elderly; spry, but elderly.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Frank asked.
The elderly woman didn’t respond. She just motioned ahead. Frank looked. A line of people were leaning against the wall, chatting.
The woman slowed. Frank did as well. They stood in the back of the line. The woman took a breath.
“What is this?” Frank asked the woman.
“Hush, I’m thinking,” the woman snapped, jogging in place.
Frank looked up the line. It seemed long. He tapped the shoulder of the man in front of him. The man turned. He smiled.
“Hey, can you tell me what’s going on?”
The man looked at Frank, then the elderly woman.
“Ethel? You old bitch, still haven’t guess it then?”
The old woman flipped the man off. The man laughed. He held out a hand to Frank.
Frank took it.
“What’s going on?”
Charlie frowned. “That’s an odd name.”
Frank sighed. “Frank, my name is Frank. So, what is going on?”
Charlie looked thoughtful a moment. “Hard to explain,” he decided.
“Try me,” Frank said, frustrated.
“Alright, well, behind this wall is heaven, allegedly. Some block-head is guarding the door and you can’t get in without a password. If you don’t know it, you have to run around the wall and get back in line.”
“uh-huh,” Frank managed.
“I know, silly right? Well, I guess there are some who do know it.”
“Mormons,” Ethel growled. Frank turned. Ethel was looking ahead, a determined, dark look. She spat on the ground.
“Right,” Charlie said, “but they never tell anyone, so, we all just keep guessing. We’ve got to find it eventually. Ah, that reminds me.”
Charlie turns and starts scratching at the wall with his fingernail. It leaves a faint chalky trail.
“Pickle” it read.
Frank frowned at it.
“My last password attempt,” Charlie said, shrugging.
Ethel looked at the wall, then at Charlie.
Charlie frowned. “Odd choice.”
He turned and scratched ‘piss-off’ into the wall.
He looked back at Frank.
“It’s not so bad, the line moves pretty fast. Look.”
Charlie motioned ahead of them. A small man in a green poncho stood outside a small black door. People approached him, said something, then started jogging.
Charlie was the first to reach the man.
“pickles!” he said jovially to the man. The man looked almost as if he might smile, but, instead, he said “NO ENTRY,” in a booming voice unfitting to his stature. Charlie shrugged and passed him by.
Frank stepped up.
“Hi, I—“ Frank began
“NO ENTRY,” The man said, simply.
“Idiot,” Ethel grumbled from behind Frank.
“Wait!” Frank tried, but without moving, he found himself on the back-side of the man. He tried to go back but some force kept him from moving. Frank sighed. He turned back around.
“Suckers!” he heard from behind him. Frank looked back. The man opened up the door as Ethel sidestepped into heaven.