Jack walked down the sidewalk on his way to work like he had done every weekday for twenty years. From his plain white house to his plain brown office; nothing really changed, except him getting slower. About to walk through the office door, a thought hit Jack, and he smiled. Today he would change his routine. So he did not walk into the office; he boarded the bus at the corner. He went to the airport. He tossed his brief case in the trash. He looked at a map of the world, bought a ticket to Belize, and never looked back.
By Bob Hartnett