The Stock Dump

Colton stood in the quiet hospital hallway, his small chest rising and falling with stubborn anger. He was crying, his face red, but his eyes remained defiant. Despite his hostility, deep down, he craved the comforting corn chowder Elena used to make for him. It was a familiar taste that always made him feel safe when he was sick or upset.

"I want corn chowder," Colton demanded, his voice shaky a