Harold Wilkerson,worked as a electrician for many years,his father was an electrician.
well today went a little different.
today was no different, except Harold Wilkerson was electrocuted this morning.
he was rushed to the local hospital.
his wife, girlfriends an a couple of more bitches.

some of his co workers
,joked that Harold wasn't in a coma, he just knew better.

the co witness and security officer from the hospital sorted things out.

Harold Wilkerson standing in a line of others.

excuse me mane," Harold whispers,to the gentleman ahead of him.

shhhh",the gentleman says, looking ahead .

Harold Wilkerson", the angel says flying over to him.
huh? who me? ", Harold says looking behind.

you should be showing gratitude for getting in.,the angel says looking into a notebook.

what's that?", Harold ask,walking behind the angel as he fly away.
follow me ", the angel says flying into the gates.
this real gold huh?", Harold say reaching down to touch the road.

no don't do that,'the angel says, with a sternness.

my bad bro,these some nice little mansions," Harold says looking around.

the angel had gotten away from Harold,he sees the angel fly into a light fog, and follow behind.

why we going all the way back here?" Harold ask breathing heavily.

section 8 ", the angel says,looking into his notebook.

angel wings drying on clothes lines.
box fans in the windows.


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