The Screaming Boy
He was screaming, this boy, in the middle of the road. He'd been there all day. He looked a bit like your son, you thought, but your son would have been at school by now. You looked out of your window at him. There was something you loved about seeing an abandoned child cry and scream and sob. Perhaps it was the futility of it all. Perhaps you were just a bit evil. Perhaps you didn't even love it but hated it, and had known so little love and so little hate you couldn't tell which was which.
And still he was crying. What would you do?
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"I love this story- any path I choose makes me laugh about something or other."
"Strange"
"This is such a sad story!"
"How do I hook up with those lezzers on the right."
"FYI - edit is available to the posts's author for 1 hour after a post is made, UNLESS someone's already branched it. If that's already happened, you're out of luck. ;)"
"It's a good thing there's an edit button then, Radlord (it appears on the top right but does not appear if there are any branches leading off of your post)"
"I may need an edit button soon, lest I make even more of an arse of myself with my awful spelling and typing."
"Hmm, those super long song lyrics with no punctuation are foiling my random excerpter. I'll have to do a little tweaking there. :)"
"you see the child smile for the first time*"
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