“… and these children
that you spit on
as they try to change their worlds
are immune to your consultations.
They’re quite aware
of what they’re going through…”
The humble park bench is often taken for granted: you could easily walk past one without so much as a second glance. On one of such “invisible” benches sat a girl. I’ve noticed her at once because of a funny hat and long hands holding a book without even trying to read it.
All of a sudden she jumped on the bench and started to scream: “Hreem! Hreem! Hreem!” People looked at her with a worry and annoyance: “One more crazy child!”
I’ve decided to try and stop all that circus so I went across the road to check if she needs any help. Yeah, I’m a very helpful guy! But to be honestly it is a part of my profession, I’m working at the local psych ward.
“Hey, need a hand?”
“No. Go away. I’m trying to Hreem-ate the world.”
“Why?” – it is usually those simple questions that confuses them…
“Because only from the ashes can be born the new one. A better one.”
“What is wrong with this world?”
“Dont fkn pretend you are interested. And everything. It irritates me. Everybody irritates me. School, social media, president, parents, you… Hreeeeeeemmmmm!”
“Me? I’m just standing here…What have I done?”
“First of all you are eating a hot-dog while I’m hreemating the world.”
“Are you hungry? I can bring you one too.” – said in hope to solve the problem quickly.
“No, thanks. Hot dogs are the biggest destroyers of the humanity.”
“Yes. They are genetically programmed to destroy our brains.”
“Hahaha” – I told to myself “don’t laugh, you’ll loose her …” but I couldn’t keep it inside. Maybe that hreem-thing got to me.
“Mmmm, what if I’ll find a hreemy hot dog? Would you eat it?”
She looked at me with a suspicious gloom, but her hungry eyes opened a bit wider and I threw one more “bait”:
“Done. From the most hreemeest place in the city. I’ll show the way…” – she smiled.
I winked at the bench, because I felt like I’m still 13. The life of the bench is a pretty complex stuff…
“The beginning of wisdom, as they say. When you’re seventeen you know everything. When you’re twenty-seven if you still know everything you’re still seventeen.” Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
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