Water trickled through his shoes, and the stars through his soul
The day started with a drop of water. And then another drop. And another drop and another drop until Noah Chance could no longer ignore the constant tapping on his forehead. Noah rolled over and glared up at the ceiling, hoping the broken pipes and water damaged ceiling would feel his frustration and fix themselves, or at least cease the annoying drip dropping of water long enough for him to fall back asleep. No such luck. It seemed that fate was not in the mood for listening to such trivial requests, especially at such an early hour, and the water continued on its path, now leading directly into the boy’s eye. "Seth!" Noah yelled, "the plumbing’s broken again!" "It's always broken!" came a voice from the adjacent room. Broken it was. The plumbing of Apartment 406 may have worked back in the building’s prime, but it seems that time had not been kind to the old building in the years since. When finding a place to live, the Chance br...