Fate

Life for the little boy was a bowl of discontent but he refused to be dissuaded by such details, which ultimately was the source of his discontent and Fate knew this for which reason it had marked the little boy as among its favorite subjects. One day the little boy came upon the existence of Fate and learned of its cruel intentions and further learned of his own status among the favorite subjects of Fate. Angered by what he realized were the purposeless experiments rendered for Fate’s amusement, the little boy grasped Fate’s neck in his hands and squeezed as fiercely as he could pouring every bit of strength and his love of life into his grip as he could. Fate’s eyes closed and his tongue fell from his mouth as its own life began to wither much like his neck had withered between the little boy’s hands and under the weight his determination.  The little boy was surprised to watch Fate shrivel and become wrinkly like a raisin requiring him to tighten his grip further and further until all that was left of Fate was an actual raisin, dried, shriveled and lifeless cupped in the little boy’s hands. He didn’t really like raisins but he felt he had no choice but to pop the raisin that had once been Fate into his mouth to grind it between his teeth and dissolve it in his saliva until all that was left of it was an unrecognizable mouthful of tinted, slightly chunky, spit. Having no desire to swallow a raisin, and especially a raisin that had once been Fate who so cruelly experimented with his life, he spat his mouthful of spit on the ground. As it turned out, this was all part of Fate’s plan up to the point when the little boy spat the spit on the ground, after which a passing dog happily licked it up, metabolized it and urinated it throughout the neighborhood. Fate had not expected that at all and no longer existed in order to admit defeat and declare the little boy the winner.