Acquaintances On The Line To Hell

            

There’s no such thing as a stranger in the line to hell. Down there, everyone is pretty much the same. There’s hardly any room for prejudice or racism, which is oddly enough, a good thing. In fact, there are some who might consider the line quite utopic. But enough of such detail… Letícia had just recently died, and she was in the line when suddenly she saw a man; a good looking man in a suit; the kind of person that exudes respectability. She decided he must be a fine source for conversation.

“Hey, have you been here long?” She asks.

“Not really. I must’ve been here for the last couple of hours.” He replies as he tries to be polite.

“Me too… Weird place, huh?”

“You bet! So, how did you die?”

“Oh, I was jogging on the avenue when this car ran me over. In my last moments of consciousness I was able to see it fleeing the scene! A beautiful black Mustang, I must admit!”

“Ha! Small world! That was me trying to catch the light! I lost control of the car, and crashed into a wall after I hit you!”

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