Create an `` Omelas ''

Dave walked out of the office on a delightful Friday afternoon with sunlight beating down on the bright white concrete. He whistled as he strolled through the town center, smiling as he watched the children run over the bricks, chasing a soccer ball. People were out and about, shopping, sipping on tall fruity drinks outside corner restaurants, marveling at the statues that dotted the area. Life was beautiful. 
 He wandered home, taking the long way so he could stop by his good friend Joey's house. He was tending to his garden, picking out fist-sized, perfect tomatoes. 
 `` Joey! I'm having a little party tomorrow night? You interested? I got some beautiful girls coming,'' He said, a wolfish grin stuck on his face. 
 Joey looked apologetic. `` Sorry man, I made plans with Marge already. Maybe next weekend though.'' 
 Dave was taken aback. Joey always came to his parties. Oh well. He buried the little bit of hurt, understanding that he could n't be Joey's only friend. 
 `` It's cool. Do n't get to naughty now, y'hear?'' 
 Joey laughed and waved him away. Still a little puzzled, Dave continued on, his hurt feelings fading away. 
 
 That was the last time he ever saw Joey.
