It was a bloody evening. Charley sat next to the street light resting her back on nothing. She just stared at the emptiness in front of her and allowed her mind to move freely. The world around her, was more peaceful than ever. No living, no moving, save the whistling wind which watched and called her. Charley had on, her usual outfit, a pure black jacket on a blue jean, with matching black sandals. Except that this time around, she had red stains on the attire. In her mind lingered the words 'It All ends here. No going back. No way forward. The past may seem appealing, but instead gaze on who is leading...' ***** Small Roger sneaked out of his room. He was heading for the stadium where he could play basketball with his friends he had told he would meet. It was a Sunday afternoon, and throughout the service, like every other Sunday, he only wanted the time to be 11:30am, service closing time so he could go home and get ready to run to the stadium. Small Roger