(miniflash story)

Ever since he was a child, the boy has felt neither much sadness nor guilt.

What it’s like to cry because your dog died, he didn’t know.

What it’s like to cry because your mum died of cancer, he didn’t know.

What it’s like to have a drinking father who doesn’t care that you’re in the backyard dismembering animals…

What happens if you throw a rock at another boy walking down the road?

Emptiness and no guilt, no emotions, no regret…It sounds sad…