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The Sun

It was a day like any other, with fake plastered grins, "Hello!" and "Good Day!" that echoed about her brain like dancing pixies in a tin box. Maria picked up her briefcase, and wearily trudged out the door. What a day today had been! Too much work happened these days, too much worry slipped through her mind. Reporters had been knocking on her office door all hours that she had been there. Her husband's campaign may be almost fun for him, but for her it was a nightmare. She sighed as she entered the underground car parking lot. It was always cold down here, dimly lit with buzzing electric lights. Today it seamed more drab, dark, dirty, and sinister than ever. She shook off the uncomfortable feeling that she was been watched, because she knew she probably was. She unlocked the car do, or and drove off towards home.

As she sped along the highway, deep in her pessimistic mood, she noticed a bum sitting on the side of the road, his thumb out like a hitchhiker. He looked old and weary. He was going bald, and it was obvious that he had trouble walking. Keeping in mind that she should stop and help him, to boost up the campaign, she pulled off the road and stopped next to the old man.

"Need a lift?" He nodded slowly, as if noticing her for the first time.

"Where do you want me to take you?"

He shrugged his drooping shoulders and replied, "Someplace warm."

"Alright, climb in." the bum climbed into the back of her sleek Jaguar, and sat down in one of the leather seats, without another word. She drove him to the Homeless Housing Center, and when she stopped to let him out. "This is it."

Before getting out, he said, "I got tah thank yah for that. I been waiten several hours for someone tah pick me up. I ain't got noth'n tah give yah.."

"I don't need anything in return."

"I know, but I'm gonna give you some advice." Maria was surprised. Why would he give her advice, when he certainly needed more than her? "Quit looking at the ground 'cause that ain't where the sun is." And he disappeared. A little disgruntled, she drove on home.

By the time she reached home, she had forgotten all about incident, and was back in her pessimistic monotone. Her and her husband's house was big and beautiful, out of the way from the blaring horns and hectic traffic of the city. The nearest neighbor was half a mile away. Either side of her driveway was lined with oak and spruce trees, all of their leaves where gone, for it was late November, and the damp blackened branches reached towards the sky like terrible clawed hands, trying to grab the clouds.

She parked her car, and trotted up the steps of her house, shivering in the bighting cold November air. She opened the front door, and screamed in horror and anguish, for there was her living room, full of debris, the window smashed, and there lay her Thomas, so still! So pale!

"Jack there's someone here!" a man dressed in black ran out of her bedroom. Sonic booms sounded, cutting through and ending the screams, coming from a 30 ot 6.

As she lay dieing, words trickled through her memory.

"Quit looking at dah ground, 'cause that aint where the sun is."

Her face was pressed into the carpet, she realized. She slowly turned toward the smashed window where the sun faintly showed through the clouds, even though it was near impossible to do so.

"The sun." she sighed, and closed her blind eyes.

THE END