“And what are you supposed to be?”
“I am the End,” said the little boy. “I am young now, fresh-faced and innocent. But sooner or later I will grow up. I will gain knowledge and wisdom, but also cynicism and bitterness. I will grow old. I will gather wrinkles with each disappointment, each failure. One day, I will look out at my world and see only broken dreams. At that moment, I will truly die, though my body may live on for months or years.”
There was an appalled silence.
“Okay, I’m a cowboy. Can I have some candy now?”
DP FICTION #5: “Not a Bird” by H.E. Roulo
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