Mistaken Soul Taken

Her lifeless body lies in the middle of the thick crowd. She has been hit by a truck and was soaked in her own pool of blood. Everyone around her wore a sad and mournful face.

It was a sorrowful sight to behold. I was walking towards the crowd to have a clearer view of things. Everyone's eye was on the poor victim except one man who dressed in white apparel from head to toe.

I got to the man in white before the crowd. A conversation ensued between us.

Me: Why are you standing alone, talking to yourself, throwing your hands into the air with so much regret on your face. Are you the one who hit the lady?

Man: Hmm, I'm the angel of death. I've been asked to take the life of one fair-skinned lady who stays three houses across the busy road.

Me: Ooh, so she's the one lying there.

Man: Hmm, no. I've actually mistaken that person for this poor lady.

Me: But how?

Man: Well, this lady is on my list but her time will be due many decades to come. God has great plans for her. She has completely changed to an extent that she looked quite exactly like the due person.

Me: I still don't understand!

Man: You know, it's a modern fashion for ladies to ton...

Me: Enough!

I turned away, walked to the crowd and shouldered my way in. I moved straight to the lifeless body of the woman, turned her head to see her face. Lo and behold was the face of a bleacher.

I sighed, and said to myself, "we can't blame the angel. Bleachers and skin toners have made face identification and recognition difficult these days"

Say No Identification Change! Say No To Bleaching!