Kira sat on a large plush cushion staring at the nicely dressed Jesus in front of her. His silver eyes refusing to budge from her face which caused Kira to squirm in her seat. She sank into the cushion hoping to be swallowed by the push material. She twirled the end of her curly hair out of habit. Her newest failure at the mission she was given would make this number fifty-three failed attempts at becoming the new angel of death.
Jesus: Kira…why?
Kira: Why what? (while examining the room)
Jesus: Kira…you know what I mean (he said with an exhausted tone)
Kira: It wasn’t my fault boss, the man just took off. How was I supposed to know he would just run? He was almost dead anyway, so what was the harm in telling him what would happen in the afterlife?
Jesus: (rubbing his eyes) Telling humans what happens to them BEFORE they die is prohibited. You know this. This isn’t your first time!
Kira (she taps her foot impatiently): I just don’t think it matters to tell them there are different afterlives. Plus he was asking about his dead wife. How could I not tell him they are meant for different afterlives because of her Egyptian upbringing?
Jesus (he sighs and whispers under his breath): It’s the Romeo and Juliet situation all over again. (to Kira) Because of your need to tell people we have had to cause fifty-three freak “accidents!” Your need to give them the truth before they cross over is how atheists and scientologists were formed! (he walked in front of Kira and held her hands) I know you want to be the new angel of death but I can’t give you the position if you don’t follow the rules.
Kira (she looked down in shame and whispered): I’m sorry.
Jesus: I know, but I’m tired of you coming to me and feeling sorry. Then continuing to do as you please with your assignments. I don’t know if I can give you another one.
Kira (she kneeled on the floor in front of him): Please give me another chance, please, please!
Kira continued to beg with tears in her eyes and refused to stop. She needed this job, she needed to continue to feel, to be herself. She refused to be like the others, she refused to become just an angel.

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