The Life Of A Prodigy

Words can never begin to describe a truly confusing feeling, only living the feeling can describe it, and that only becomes a memory if one is lucky. Drunk with a bottle of rum in my grasp is how I sit to tell the tragic story of a child I once had the opportunity to meet. It seems like a lifetime ago, but it was only seconds, no minutes, no hours ago. Yes, hours ago is when I knew him and he knew me, but we did not know each other. He had a lot to say and I had a lot of time, that is all I really have. So with a sorrowful heart and a warm feeling in my gut I tell you about The Life Of A Prodigy....
Kicking and screaming with fists pumped and flailing is how most come into this world, the Prodigy was quite different. Quiet and with open hands was how the Prodigy became a citizen of the planet Earth. From that moment until his last, the Prodigy never wanted for anything, he did not even know what the word want meant. Always given everything before he knew what anything was, he quickly learned the fine art of manipulation. At an early age, an age when parents still describe their children's age in months, the Prodigy knew how to read, write and play the piano like no other. A trip around the sun later and he had graduated high school with all honors imaginable. Needless to say, but said anyway, the Prodigy was very bright indeed. Taking trips around the planet and jotting down what the people needed was how the Prodigy spent his toddler years. Inventing the items to fill their needs is how he spent the summer of his Fifth year. On his Sixth birthday he convinced the needy to purchase his inventions, it only took one day, and it turned out many pockets. The Prodigy had nobody to tell his accomplishment to so he wandered into a bar, a bar where an old drunk man was sitting with time on his hands. The Prodigy told of his life, and made a friend for the rest of it. Outside the bar want waited, and when the Prodigy left the bar, want got what it needed. Overhearing the commotion, the old drunk man ran outside to see the Prodigy lying on the cold, cracked concrete, bleeding to death. Not screaming or crying the Prodigy just layed motionless and emotionless. The old drunk man asked the Prodigy if he wanted to live, the Prodigy simply shrugged and died. After the ambulance came, the old drunk man walked back into the bar to tell the story of The Life Of A Prodigy....