The School of the Wunderbar
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“You can be anything you want.”
“Anything? What about a dragon?”
“Yes, dear, anything. Dragon is a popular choice. Look at little Jimmy there. JIMMY! Can you lift your shirt and show us your baby wings, please?”
Jimmy’s wings were marvelous filigree extensions. Now I also noticed the strange reflections on his skin and the golden flashes in his eyes. A dragon! What a wondrous idea.
“I need time to think. I want to be a force of change in our world. I want things to become better.”
“Of course, dear, all of our students are intrinsically good. No snakes here, except for the dragons, of course!” The headmaster replied, happy with her quip. “Take your time. When you’re ready, come back and apply to our School of the Wunderbar. We’ll help you.”
I didn’t need time. I had been thinking about this since my big sister had taken her life three years ago. She had been desperate, depressed, and bullied to the non-returning point.
“I know!”
“That was fast. Tell me.”
“I want to be the politician that will force social media to be ethical.”
“Listen, you little piece of dopamine. This is the extraordinary School of the Wunderbar. It’s not Dreamland. Where do you think we find our students?”
Smillew is a writer, a tweeter, and a serial masturbator. He regularly answers Microcosm’s prompts and is frequently inspired by his colleagues. This time, it’s Loudt Darrow’s fault.
