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April stared down at her hands as a tear slowly slid down her face. The weather seemed to mimic how the woman felt. Rain dribble on her window, the drops sliding down the glass.
Mail gathered in the box outside the building. News papers gathered on the front mat of the store. The on-sign remained off and the store door locked. The fridge remained full, cheese turning green, apples-brown. Flowers that were placed on the kitchen table, were wilted and dead.
Light slipped through the window, from the street lamps. The yellow glow highlighted the bags under Aprils eyes, and her red puffy eyes. April dropped her head into her hands and let her tears run free. The red head's whole body shook before her legs gave out and she crumpled to the ground.
Behind her, on the coffee table lay a hockey stick. The wood- worn and missing a little from the end, but a important piece of Aprils life. Next to the stick lay a mask. Once white, the mask was lined with dirt, sweat, and blood. April pushed herself up from the ground, warping her arms around herself in the process. Keeping her back to the coffee table the red head maneuvered through room and into her bedroom.
April didn't want to see the mask or hockey stick.
April didn't want to think of the owner.
April missed Casey.
Casey Jones
1982 - 2010