days were a

h their living room wall, just like a character in Cosmi

build a "rocket" in their garage using bleach

" were becoming

meeting with the affecte

said, his face grim. He held up a plastic evi

, flying towards a puffy cloud. Written underne

isticated for a five-year-old. The perspecti

t was crude, yet... no

. The house was too quiet.

, reaching for the cleanin

at are y

ner, dish soap were on the counter. He w

eaming down his face. "Mr. Giggles told me how. He

, folded piece of p

m a cup, then rocketing into the s

aky lines, as if drawn with care but by an unsteady hand. And th

d. The slant of the letters,