The Beginning of the End or the Beginning

Unforgiving heat beat down its rays onto the sidewalk pavement of downtown Dallas, Texas. Not a cloud was in the beautiful blue sky overhead as Harold C. Clintock's Versace wingtips hit the gray cerement leading to the black Lincoln limousine parked on the curb.

Across the traffic laden street was a man standing in a very commonplace black suit with a royal blue shirt underneath and a yellow tie. One thing that was unusual on such a warm day was the New York style full length black dress coat over the suit. Blacked out sunglasses hid his eyes from everyone passing by but went unnoticed with the sun blaring down.

Harold stood just over six feet and is overweight distinguishable by his large round stomach sticking out several inches from his body and the extra fat and skin hanging down from under his chin line. Considerable effort was made to successfully move his body mass around at this weight.

Behind him he left a board meeting for one of his successful financial ventures where he sits on the board and runs it and the company for a man he has known for some time now. Smiling, he was completely happy with the way things went in the meeting and only saw dollar signs and massive growth in the company's future.

As Harold reached the sharply dressed driver holding open the door to the limousine, he looked up across the street and caught a look at the man in the yellow tie. Something about the man seemed strange, to him, as if he was just out of place and yet he was feeling pulled toward the figure.

To the driver, "Hold on a second, Sid. That man wants to talk to me."

Harold threw his briefcase into the back of the car and began walking around behind the rear. Light gray pinstripes did not make Harold look any slimmer and moving his body as quickly as he was, made him look out of shape. He rumbled from behind the car heading straight for the man in the yellow tie.

Rising up from his side, the man's hand pointed directly at Harold who reacted by waving and smiling joyfully at him. Rolling over palm up, the man's finger motioned for Harold to come over to him.

Harold's shoe stepped off the curb and began to cross the three lanes of traffic as if it didn't even exist. Horns blared and cars slammed on their brakes as Harold was oblivious to the noise or the traffic. He was just happy in his bliss with his body feeling lighter than it ever had. Bouncing lightly through the traffic to the third and final lane, the man's hand faced palm out stopping Harold.

Standing in the middle of the street with horns blaring, lights flashing and people yelling, cars started to smash into one another behind him. The man in the yellow tie smiled showing his pearly white teeth to Harold. He smiled back and felt such joy and happiness he was overcome by warmth flowing all through his body. Safety and loving warmth like he had never known, were coursing through his veins.

Just as he couldn't feel any happier or anymore at piece, a large black Freightliner Semi Truck slammed into Harold's large body throwing him to the ground in a bloody mess. Immediately, he driver jumped out of the cab without even turning off the vehicle, he sprinted over to him and knelt beside the mass lying in a pool of his own blood, but smiling as if everything was right as rain.

"Did you see?" Harold asked the driver, but Sid just shook his head. "Did you see the Angel?" Blood oozed from the side of his mouth and down his cheek pouring out onto the street.

Looking up, the only thing Sid saw, was something written on the side of the building across the street. It took him a second to make out what the writing said because the red paint was running down the wall. To him, it didn't make any sense at all. It was just gibberish or graffiti from someone passing by. He focused his energy back on Harold.

Harold's blue eyes looked straight up into the cloudless sky. Smiling, he wanted to share the peace and tranquility he was feeling all over his body. Reaching out, he grabbed onto Sid's shoulder, spitting blood up from his smiling lips. Blood covered his white teeth as Harold kept smiling, as if he didn't notice or there wasn't anything wrong. Rolling his eyes back to the sky, they blinked three times and then he let out his last breath on this earth with just one simple phrase, "Angel's DO exist."