I sat in silent contemplation, watching mindlessly as the icy flakes drifted silently to the ground. I glanced over and saw my skates sitting on the floor, untouched for the past three years. I haven’t worn them since… I turned my attention back to my grief journal, the blank pages staring back at me. I couldn’t write anything ...

Part Ten The twinkle alarm blaring from Harry’s cell phone awakens them both. Stuart pops his head up and glances around the room. “Time to get up already?” asks Stuart, trying to untangle himself from the blankets. “Yea, it’s one o’clock already. Sorry buddy, no time for snoozing,” Harry chuckles as he wanders to the ...

Part Nine Stuart throws his food wrappers in the trash can and drinks the last drop of coffee, then tosses it in the trash can too. Harry and Stuart make their way to the airport’s front entrance, rolling their suitcases behind them. A black SUV pulls up to the curb, and the driver asks, “Are ...

Part Eight Harry and Stuart are boarding the plane. They check their tickets for their seat numbers while squeezing past an older woman with a large leopard duffel bag. After passing five rows of seats, they find their places. Harry stuffs both their suitcases inside the compartment box above the row of seats. Stuart watches ...

My dad worked harder than anyone else I knew. Life on the poor farm wasn’t easy, but he always wore a smile through the most tiring of days. Daddy always carried himself with a sense of joy and pride for his family while never wanting us to feel like we were on a poor farm, ...

Part Six As soon as Stuart walks in the front door, he heads straight into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of ginger ale. His stomach makes all kinds of noises and full to the rim. He slowly strolls upstairs, and on the way to his bedroom, he knocks on his mother’s door to ...

Part Five Stuart grabs his navy blue suitcase out of the hallway closet and places it on his bed. He slowly walks to his dresser as he mumbles under his breath what he should pack. Three pairs of boxers, socks, and tank-tops go on the left side of his suitcase. I wonder what the weather ...

Part Four He presses the unlock button on the car key and hops in. Then, he places his cell phone in the place holder on the dashboard and dials his friend, Harry’s phone number. “Hey Harry, are you at the precinct?” “No, not yet. I am at Tim Horton’s. Why—is something up?” “Yea. I need ...

Part Three Stuart knew his grandmother was calling out to him immediately. She is the only person who calls him Stuey. He keeps his eyes on the gentleman wearing the sharp pinstriped gray suit. The gentleman pushes his way through the crowd with one hand remaining inside his pocket, holding onto grandma’s key. Stuart turns ...