prodigy
Listen here, she said while she smoothed an imaginary crease from her simple frock, I’m a kid, not an idiot. With a voice chillingly icy for a 12-year old, she masticated the poor old man much like a Serengeti lioness devouring her kill.
I‘d read the Bible cover to cover by the time other kids were presenting glue-and-glitter crosses to their mother, agreed with Kant by my 8th Easter and found my ally in Voltaire when I was 11. So with all due respect, sir, please do refrain from telling me that when I die, I’ll go to heaven because Jesus loves me. Far as I’m concerned, I’ll simply be spared from the First Circle and granted passage into an Elysian heaven. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get some McNuggets for my lunch.
~ hannah p
