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Minor For Dessert

  A child was dragging his Crayola marker along the metal palisade fence as he hopped and skipped his way down the incline of the concrete sidewalk. A slim can of indigo Spanish Montana was clinched tightly in his other small grasp. His skull, limps and corpse wrapped wholly in a black hooded jacket two sizes too big, which was long enough to reach his knees, revealing only his face and stockings-covered legs. If you went for a close-up observation, you could see his skin was merely as milky white as the printed skeleton bones on the front of his jacket. His soft, thin lips parted slightly and moving for his luscious voice slipped through them, looming a comforting melody of a twisted nursery rhythm in the cold air.

    Three blind mice, three blind mice,
    See how they run, see how they run,
    They all ran after the farmer's wife,
    Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
    Did you ever see such a thing in your life,
    As three blind mice?

  Then with a huge smile out of nowhere, the small boy stood still as he realized the fence slats have led him to the main entrance of the famous Destiny Bounty high school.