The boy had to crouch his already scrawny body down low, heads tucked between his arms. Too much was going on, and the signals were jamming up his head. Every word felt like a shower of needles - they hurt so bad. There was little he could do to put an end to this vicious cycle.
“Didn’t my teachers always teach us that nothing is impossible, if we don’t give up? Why has nothing worked, then?”
“Because my child, you have not listened carefully enough for the answer,” whispered a sudden voice by his ear.
How very curious.
