Thursday

Nobody was surprised when it was discovered dead by the creek. The dream had been something everyone hoped would survive despite the obvious odds against it. There was no shock, but the sadness was genuine. A sadness that slowly descended on the town like a sagging balloon that refused to release its last breath of helium. The entire town decided that a funeral would just be a memorial to the failure of the dream, so its carcass was tossed into the old quarry that had long since been turned into a lake the children were told never to swim in.

In the years that have followed, flower petals have often been seen floating on the surface of the lake. These petals come from flowers that do not grow naturally in the surrounding areas. It is speculated that the petals are some kind of memorial placed there by someone who feels like there's something in that lake to memorialize, but it is unknown if the petals are dedicated to the death of the dream or if it's merely in remembrance of one of the many children who drowned in the lake that was once a quarry.