The Missing Page
BEGIN WITH THE END IN MIND
The child had not gotten to finish the story before the page was ripped out of hand and gone from sight. The torn page had been an accident, but the rest of the book was purposefully pulled from his hands. The always towering cloud by his side was, at that moment, like a black hole, able to instantly consume anything at will. This cloud was now raining down on him, and dissolving the corners of his and every smile within reach, on the busy, early morning street corner.