Prompt for July 13, 2015

Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:

The gates of Heaven were closed when I arrived. The golden sheen from the bars was muted and washed out. The bars cracked and bent as if a huge force had pushed against them. The gates themselves, once sturdy pillars of the solidarity of heaven, were hanging from hinges that were coming loose from the gateway itself. And the lock? Ripped from the gates and replaced with an iron chain. Heaven wasn’t just closed, it was on lockdown.

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