They stood around. All eyes gazed down at the body centering- unsure what to do now. The sun was shining and the flesh on the cadaver rotted. Flies crowded, children waiting for a sweet treat. People parted. They laughed and drank this fine morning, ignoring what was so obvious a blind man could know. The stench. This was the third man down of the week and many had lost the emotion needed to express this harrowing scene. Someone laid a tarpaulin on him and went back to the bottle. Despite what was obvious, people were undisturbed.
“So, how has everyones day been, huh? Quite lovely I'd say, stunning weather!”
People hummed in agreement. What a fine day it was to be alive.
Someone picked up a finger and tossed it in the nearest bin, then headed back to have some cupcakes. What a fine day to eat cupcakes.
The dog sniffed around at the corpse before trotting off to play frisbee with the children. What a fine day to play frisbee.
Today was such a fine day to do anything infact.
Today was the most jovial mishap.
What a fine day for a jovial mishap indeed.
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The Hive Bugs
General FictionSomethings not right. They're not sure what but it's all a little off. They can tell the adult are ignoring something. Maybe an adventure could solve this little confusion. After all, when has Grandpa ever lead them wrong before? A fantasy, dysto...
