This is a story in seven parts, each about 1,000 words. I’ll post one part a day from now until May 7th.

Music. A happy, merry
tune, growing faint with distance and then coming back. Will Todd knew the
tune, even though he couldn’t remember its name. The sound of an ice cream
truck meant it was summer and everything was all right. They were still living
in their old house. Will wouldn’t be going to a new school where he didn’t know
anyone. It was summer and he could have ice cream for breakfast.

Then he woke up. Even in
a dream he’d never be allowed to have ice cream for breakfast. His mom might
say okay, but not his dad.

Leaning out his window, Will thought he could still hear the music floating through the air. He kept listening for it, but most of the time it was…