Henry David Lewis lay dead in the tall monkey grass practically next to the shoulder of the well-traveled Interstate. As he lay there in his eternal sleep, a multitude of unknowing drivers whizzed by in their vehicles only a few yards away. The grass and thistles around him gently swayed in their wake.
The highway was full of the noise of trucks, cars, and motorcycles. They plied their way in either direction to their final vacation or work-related destination. The creatures that hid in the tall grass shrieked and chirped in response to the loud cacophonies of the engines. But, Henry David Lewis was like the night before Christmas-he did not stir nor did he make a sound.
Less than seventy-two hours earlier, Henry had been a vibrant human being with money in his pocket, a key to a new BMW three series, a wallet full of credit cards-one Platinum, and a bright future at one of America's fastest growing telecommunications companies. "That boy's going places," his coworkers in Houston would say. They all knowingly, perhaps enviously, nodded their heads in agreement.
Now, his skin was starting to deteriorate and to be quite honest, Henry was beginning to really smell.
Henry patiently waited to be discovered by a motorist whose bladder couldn't wait for the next gas station. Then, the police would come, followed by the coroner, who would be mystified by the death of a young man in a business suit whose body had been found along a major highway.
Was it a natural death?
Only one person hereabouts knew and he wasn't telling. Was Henry not in this awkward position, he probably could shed a great deal of light on the situation. He could tell them the whys and wherefores about his sudden demise on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere. He could explain how he got there in his three-piece suit when there was no automobile in sight.
But, Henry was unavoidably detained from testifying for the rest of eternity and so there would be no truth told in court this day.
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