Isaac stared at the painting at the gallery. He had been staring aat it for hour trying to figure out what it was. He sensed someone was beside him. He looked over to see a girl standing beside him. At first he thought she looked homely her straight brown hair hung down in strings and her clothes looked like rags. He wondered what she was doing in a place like this. "I'm here because I love the pictures." "Huh, what? How'd you know?" "People look at me like that a lot. I'm in here a lot. My name is Fly." "Isaac, just call me Ike. You have a very intersting name." "I think my parents were high when they named me." "Oh funny." "You've been looking at this picture for a long time." "Yeah I know I can't figure out what it is. All I see is silver swirls." "Look closer its an angel." Isaac stepped closer to the painting and looked at it for a few seconds, a grin spread across his face. "I see it." "Yeah its really pretty once you see it. This is my favorite painting here I call it silver angel. Its kind of like my guardian angel I love it." "Yrah it is pretty." Isaac looked at his watch. "I'm sorry Fly I gotta go its getting late." "Oh well I'll walk you a little way. I don't have anything else to do." "Ok I'd like that." Isaac and Fly walked outside and began to cross the street. They were on the other side when Fly hit her head. "I left my bag in the gallery I gotta go back and get it. Wait for me here." "Ok." Fly began to cross the road. The truck came from nowhere. Isaac looked, paralyzed as the truck hit her. "Oh my god he ran over her." People were crowding around the street. Before long there was an ambulance. Isaac noticed when the EMTs stopped trying to revive her. She was dead. A tear slid down his face. He had just met her but he felt like he had some special bond with her. He looked over to the ambulance just in time to see a silver angel abover the crowd. Fly was beside her she waved to Isaac as she floated away with her guardian angel. Her silver angel.
