flash by flawnt

At the emergency room, history was written. Children who were destined for greatness sat next to children who’d devote themselves to mediocrity and would go on to die largely unnoticed. They were looking at each other listlessly through pain-tinted eyes, uttering muffled screams, oblivious of their own position in the fabric of the universe. Only one kid, a boy, small for his age, regarded the occasion not as an opprobrium but as an opportunity and cried: “This is a wonderful place to learn more about the human condition without wasting time or money.” - “What’s wrong with him”, a woman asked the boy’s father. “He bites”, said the father, “and he talks rubbish like this all day long, won’t watch the telly and reads too much.” The woman sighed and sympathetically took the hand of the boy, who promptly bit her head off.