Writing Prompt # 1 ( A broken window) "I will never go back to that place!" They can never let me do their wicked plans!" he shouted at the clothes in his hands. He threw his office uniform at the trash bin and change his clothes with a white shirt and faded jeans. Papers, bills, coffee-stained newspaper are everywhere in his room. Wardrobe's door left open, socks, ballpens, plastic cups on the floor. On the table there is plate with a toast half eaten. He pick up a mug and teaspoon and open the coffee container. He put 2 teaspoon on the mug and he open the next container. "Damn! no sugar?" He put the container on the table and left. He realize that it's been a month since the last time he went to a grocery store. "My wallet!" He hurriedly pick his uniform at the trash bin. He got the wallet from one of it's pocket. He opened it and found his money from the last pay day. "I can go for a week with this money. I need a job." He murmured to himself. And he suddenly remember one person who can help him. It's been a long time since the last time I saw Mario. Maybe I should visit him He dialled his number but no one's answering. He was standing in front of a two storey building The place is dark and gloomy. I know Mario still live in here because I saw a pair of familiar shoes in a shoe rack outside the door. "Mario! Mario! Are you there?" I knocked on his door. I paused for a second but no one answered. I look at the window and I noticed that it is broken. I came closer to the broken window and everything went black... -SJ.Baniqued-