Happypants3

They bludgeoned her brain & in their fury burst a vein open, from which liquid gold bubbled & spat, glimmering, like a shallow brook. Everyone applauded politely. What they had spilled was a valuable medium for artistic or decorative purposes. They would now carefully bottle the humour and exhibit it at specialist venues, or resell a portion, often through Instagram. The resulting impact on her temporal lobe doubled to render her a soothsayer. No longer physically able to close her mind to the howls of the dead, she lay awake at night screaming at the horror, then spent the daytime duly transcribing pertinent information. This was also commercially significant although the disturbances she caused were considered bothersome. Still, there would be plenty of sunlight remaining for her to watch the flowers outside her window, the gold silently dripping off her temple. She expected after a few seasons of this cycle she would pass early in life, like others of her condition. She imagined her