Drabble, 100 Words--Manual
Begin-then again, because it couldn’t start like that. But how much longer until he reached the end?
Of the road, there was none. It was endless as the night sky.
Nothing could be too perfect, and he cried in frustration when his actions weren’t all flawless. It was a disease, but he believed it was a miracle. In today’s society, no one could manually be perfect. He believed he could teach them.
Was it easier for them? he asked. How was he supposed to lead them if they were already at the end of the road?
Of the road, there was none. It was endless as the night sky.
Nothing could be too perfect, and he cried in frustration when his actions weren’t all flawless. It was a disease, but he believed it was a miracle. In today’s society, no one could manually be perfect. He believed he could teach them.
Was it easier for them? he asked. How was he supposed to lead them if they were already at the end of the road?