flash by flawnt

When we arrived at the Factory of Blind Infants very early in the morning, I saw the dog patrols. I lost a left foot on the first and my right arm on the second day. It didn’t matter much because many of the Infants were incomplete. The games we played would have scared me before. Our stories revolved around limbs going around alone begging their former owners to account for them. They mercilessly drilled what was left of us. After three months, I became an agent. I received a uniform and a gun and was declared ready for field work. I learned that pride is a measure of loss and that there is no substitute for comradeship. I also learned that drugs could help me forget and that the loudest music comes from within like water oozing from a stone.