“I’ll send a yellow balloon; that’s how you’ll know,” she’d said. That was a million years ago, before all good dreams turned to dust and memory. Now, Hector was just another old man shuffling by, passing long days short on purpose. A truck with a yellow balloon painted on its side drove slowly by him down the street. He gasped. “Finally,” he whispered with a joy and an urgency that almost scared him. “I don’t have the words for how I’ve missed you.”
Stacey biked over to Bart’s house and asked him point blank: “Why is Ronald McDonald hiding in a storm drain at the intersection of 5th and Elm?” Bart sighed and rolled his eyes. “Two for one hamburger promotion,” he said. “It got that Pennywise clown a lot of attention in Derry.” “No one’s THAT hungry,” […]
David went before the oracle filled with fear and trepidation, but the words rushed out. “I’m letting the days go by; I let the water hold me down; I’m wandering the blue again, now that the money’s gone; my God, what have I done?” The holy man smiled, his face radiant, his eyes the color […]