Found in the folder from last year.

Perhaps it was the Doobie Brothers 8-track playing in the background. It was from his prized collection, so she turned it off and went back into the kitchen. The milk was just beginning to simmer when she took it off the no-name electric range. The celuloid capsules melted quickly in the elixer, and she poured it into her favourite Sapp Bros. travel mug. She closed all the windows and lowered their blinds. As the warm milk filled her body with a numbing whitness, she wished she could hear "Another Park, Another Sunday" just one more time.