A Boy's Walk in the Park
Right after the rain stopped and the sun came out, the young boy decided that it would be a pleasant day to walk in the neighborhood park after all. The mellifluous song of the birds and the radiant warmth of the sun's rays on the back of his neck filled his soul with life's exhilaration.
As the boy trotted along on the cobblestone path under the watchful gaze of tall pine trees, he saw a stone directly ahead of him on the walking trail. The stone, brightly glistening from the sun's rays after the recent rain, beckoned him to kick it. He lopped towards it, taking mighty strides, reared his leg, and kicked it with everything that he had.
It was at that moment that he learned the object he kicked was not a stone. No, it was dog shit. Blindingly resplendent dog shit.
So while his soul might have been filled with life's exhilaration a few seconds earlier, he would now have to settle for a sole full of shit.
As the boy trotted along on the cobblestone path under the watchful gaze of tall pine trees, he saw a stone directly ahead of him on the walking trail. The stone, brightly glistening from the sun's rays after the recent rain, beckoned him to kick it. He lopped towards it, taking mighty strides, reared his leg, and kicked it with everything that he had.
It was at that moment that he learned the object he kicked was not a stone. No, it was dog shit. Blindingly resplendent dog shit.
So while his soul might have been filled with life's exhilaration a few seconds earlier, he would now have to settle for a sole full of shit.
Labels: micro fiction
Hagiomatic: adj.1. holy or saintly conduct performed from force of habit or without conscious thought.2. a. (of a device, mechanism etc.) able to activate, move, or regulate itself in a perfect way.3. n. a machine that operates hagiomatically.
Why! It's greased lightning!
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anonymous jones |
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