​There is so much wonder in this world and I have spent nearly my whole life unraveling it’s hidden science to be astounded by what it has to offer. Yet, I found myself feeling much like a student on the day that their teacher decided to show them their first baking soda volcano. As if I was so sure of what the world had to offer until those two kitchen ingredients came into contact. I truly doubted that at such an old age that I would ever find a teacher that could show me the volcano of my twilight years.

“Go on,” the prisoner told me. “Take the shot.”

I steadied the rifle in my hands and eyed the wolf. It would have been that easy, but I wasn’t about to let everyone of the escapees know that there was still a prison guard still alive. I think the prisoner who helped me knew that, but every now and then I would find his foot sticking out ready to trip me up. If it weren’t for the fact that so many prisoners wanted him dead too he would have never joined my side.

“Good morning!” she chimed as James trudged into the bakery. “How are you feeling, James?”

“As well as you might feel after a night of drinking,” James replied. He then noticed the ignorance in Diane’s eyes. “I feel fantastic.”

“Well, good,” she murmured. “Because there is fair in the park across the street which means…”