Stew: A work by (CheeseDealer)

Stew Pickles sat on the rook of his home, gazing at the blackening sky beyond. The clouds seemed to sell and move, like they where a raging ocean, or the beginnings of a Hurricane. He didn't mind though. There where other things on his mind. More important things, more pressing matters. Ha! Pressing. Everything was pressing. Everything pressed against him until he wanted to explode, until he wanted to end it. And his eyes began to sting as he gazed at the sky.

He thought about the mess he was in. He thought about the debt, the depression, and the way he would feel so completely overwhelmed when he saw his children. It was more than he could cope with. It wasn't something with which he could deal.

Suddenly, his thoughts changed to Dee, his two children, and his unborn third child. Dee tried to hide it, for some unknown reason, but Stew noticed. Would his new child be male, or female? And what of Tommy and Dyl? How would they do in school? What would they become inventors like he was, or successful businessman like Drew? Would they play in the NFL? All these questions that Drew had to know the answer to…

Stew changed his mind. He couldn't go through with this, he couldn't leave Dee and Tommy to fed for themselves. He would do something; he could pay off the debt by borrowing from Drew, he would invent the greatest toy the world had ever seen, he would sell the car, but the important thing was, he would manage. Drew turned to climb in the window, when a ceiling tile slid from beneath his feet. They had been loose after all. How ironic, thought Stew, as he fell. A scream escaped his lips, and on the way down, he silently prayed for a soft landing.

Stew landed on the rail with a thud: one spike ripped through his calf, another through his chest and a final ripped through his skull and out of this right eye. There was a series of dry cracks as his dead body spasmed, and dark blood began to swell from the wounds, dripping to the white floor below.

Dee didn't hear her husband scream as he fell, nor did she hear the thud as he landed on the railing, but as she was cleaning the dishes, a note caught her eye. It was held onto the refrigerator by a magnet, and upon it's envelope hastily written handwriting said "To Dee- from Stew."