User:Dr. soumil/sandbox

Instalment One Hundred and Sixty Four

he looked at his reflection and saw perfection.He looked again and thought maybe that wasn’t enough.He realised the eye glasses over when faced with uniform perfection.He saw flawlessness was a flaw, that perfection was not perfect.He understood that it’s a bump in the road that reminds you how smooth your ride has been.He set about perfecting perfection.he pulled puppies ears till they learnt to bite. He taught good children to wield a stick rather than offer a kind word. He scratched new cars, toed wet cement and walked on the grass. He left his fractured perfection in his wake.He fell in love with a smart, kind woman with a beautiful soul.He treated her so well she fell in love with him.He told her his life’s mission and her face became a mask of horror.He listened to her cry, ‘you are a monster, I’d could never love you.’He was ruined for good, you could now see his black heart in his eyes.He had been broken perfectly making him perfectly broken, something that would never bring him joy, not anymore.She was happy to help him complete his life’s work