Starlight, star bright,
Streak across the canvas of deep black,
So high up as you light up the night,
Don't go away, please come back.

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A dark and crushing force known as the Depression had swept across America. Saul Goodwinter was beyond thankful to have his job and his house. He had a wife, a new girl barely five months old and a cozy new promotion. That promotion was well earned, too. A few months of having to take houses and belongings and he was able to keep his own. Saul delighted in that exchange. The economy, or lack thereof, had turned him into a ravenous shark.

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“Momma?”

Claire looked down at the source of the tiny voice. She smiled and stroked her daughter's hair. Tessie stared up at her, unblinking and expressionless.

“What is it sweetie?” Claire asked. She had never seen her daughter have such a blank look before.

“What's a voice box?” Tessie responded , voice quiet.

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I hate the stuff on soup and gravy. It's disgusting, looks ugly, feels awful and keeps you away from all the niceness underneath. I hate it. It's just downright nasty. Most people are confused when I look them over and say I hate it. It keeps you away from the liquid. What's not to hate?

I plan on doing something about it, though. Tonight. I'll stir it away, like Mom always advised me to. Well, not always. She told me not to.

I stir quickly, ripping the skin apart. The liquid comes up and so does a lot of other things. I eat the soup, the liquid. It tastes sweet, just a bit metallic. Undersalted, yes, but another thing I dislike is oversalted foods. It's tasty. It drips down my chin.

I feel dizzy as I look down at my arm, the skin completely removed, and smile. I hate skin.

I'm glad that I could make it go away.

My dad served during World War 2. He was in the air force. He knew some guys, and they were friends. When it got closer and closer to the end, him and some of the men he was friends with had to go over Berlin and drop a few bombs. Well, the Luftwaffe was having none of that, so they shot at them. One of the planes, one with one of Dad's friends, went down to never be seen again. They got back to the base and Dad decided he was the one to give the news to his wife. His wife was pregnant at the time, and Dad still gets choked up whenever he talks about her.

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