Daniel E. Richards Apt 1009E

The day started with, surprisingly not hand sanitizer. Today started with a black suit, the same black suit wore by Mr. Richards about 5 years ago. It was the suit he wore to Vivian's funeral, and it is five years to the date, April 17, 2014. Daniel put on the suit and made his way to the kitchen to make oatmeal, Viv had always loved waking up to the smell of his oatmeal. While eating he peered out the window, watching everyone interact. Somehow on such a lonesome sad day, Mr. Richard felt at peace.  After cleaning up the remnants of his breakfast Daniel headed for the door. He hesitated for a brief minute reaching for the doorknob. closing his eyes he opened the door and walked through. Mr. Richards had a plan before he was finished with the day. He found himself at the bookstore, Daniel went straight for children's books. He found a good stop to park and just sat, waiting, and watching young girls and boys enjoying his work. Daniel ended up staying there for 3 hours before ...

Today Angela was supposed to come and meet with Daniel, but it was already 8:45am and Daniel was beginning to lose hope. The snowstorm blocked all the roads Mr. Richards couldn't even see Larry's from his window. Ring, Ring, Ring! It was from Angela. "Hi Daniel, I'm so sorry but we are going to have to reschedule for another week because the weather is horrendous," she said. "That's fine I needed to catch up on some work anyways. Thank you for calling and letting me know." Mr. Richards responded. After hanging up he began to make breakfast and decided to pull his canvas into the living room. The book Mr. Richards was illustrating for this time was named The Boy and The Balloon. The book was about a boy who was given a balloon and if he popped the balloon it could magically take him anywhere he wanted to go. All he had to do was concentrate on where he wanted to go and then pop the balloon. However, there was a curse to this balloon, the boy cou...