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He ate flowers. this mentally challenged boy from the countryside I used to watch him in the fields when I visited my grandparents as a kid He was like an exotic thing a wild beast chasing static pray They had no chance, the flowers he would assault them with a killer's smile, frothing, and would grab and tear and rip them from the stem and would eat them Nobody knew why and the only explanation given was that he was insane then the men and women who saw him would scream at him to stop and he would raise his head and watch them like a deer surprised by headlights Then he would spit the colorful froth from his big mouth and would run home hopping and leaping like a horse through the tall grass He was mostly inoffensive, this flower eating boy but they all told me to stay away from him and would always chase him away when he got too close Time passed and I moved to the city and went to school there and stopped visiting the countryside and its wonders I got busy and my busy life drove away the magic and mystery of childhood The flower eating boy is now but a memory neither good nor bad just strange, interesting He doesn't eat flowers anymore because he doesn't live in the countryside anymore No, from what I've heard he's in some mental facility and it was his last flowery meal that sent him there I don't know, maybe if they hanged signs with "Don't wear flowers in your hair!" around the village and the fields that little girl would've been saved and the village would still have its magic beast.
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
The Boy Who Ate Flowers
He ate flowers. this mentally challenged boy from the countryside I used to watch him in the fields when I visited my grandparents as a kid He was like an exotic thing a wild beast chasing static pray They had no chance, the flowers he would assault them with a killer's smile, frothing, and would grab and tear and rip them from the stem and would eat them Nobody knew why and the only explanation given was that he was insane then the men and women who saw him would scream at him to stop and he would raise his head and watch them like a deer surprised by headlights Then he would spit the colorful froth from his big mouth and would run home hopping and leaping like a horse through the tall grass He was mostly inoffensive, this flower eating boy but they all told me to stay away from him and would always chase him away when he got too close Time passed and I moved to the city and went to school there and stopped visiting the countryside and its wonders I got busy and my busy life drove away the magic and mystery of childhood The flower eating boy is now but a memory neither good nor bad just strange, interesting He doesn't eat flowers anymore because he doesn't live in the countryside anymore No, from what I've heard he's in some mental facility and it was his last flowery meal that sent him there I don't know, maybe if they hanged signs with "Don't wear flowers in your hair!" around the village and the fields that little girl would've been saved and the village would still have its magic beast.
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
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