PUZZLE PIECE 20
RYDER SPEAKS OF HIS HOVEL
Come see my hovel,
Brilliant and bright, so light,
My dark eyes feasting,
If you could come and enter,
Would you dare to stay a while?
The moon lay heavy in the sky, its orb a perfect circle of complete mysteriousness. Ryder hung out of his bedroom window staring, pleading with the moon to notice him. He dangled precariously, goading the moon to come closer. The pumpkin moon glowed blood-red, a bleeding heart, surrounded by an uncaring sky.
Next, he heard an ice cream van, its tune winding its way towards him. He hung further out of the window wondering about this strange phenomenon, an ice cream van in the middle of the night. He grabbed his jacket, rushing to catch the van before it disappeared.
Outside he dashed, his senses overflowing
