edward fox's reality

Rated TV-PG for A Graphic Situation involving a Minor.

A little boy stood at the train station, alone. He could hear the train coming. He was distracted by random bits of paper flying around, playing with the wind. It was amazing how easily nature and technology mingled.

The train was getting closer.

The little boy ran around a little more. I still have time, he thought. I still have time. He continued to move around. He even played around on the tracks for a few seconds. Unfortunately, he played a few seconds too many– the train had arrived.

The conductor never saw him. His little body lay mangled on the tracks. The train kept moving, moving, flowing. Life went on.

Not for the little boy. He was distracted by what wasn’t rather than what was. The world went on as the crimson flowed.

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