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Picture from the Evening Standard


© Kelvin M. Knight, 2019

Everything blurs as they rush by. If only they would stop and look, really look. But, no, all they’re interested in is that world clasped in their hands. Why can’t they stop and see the end of the world cupped in mine?

Grief thickens my soul. I know this emotion now. I know all emotions now. I wish I didn’t. I wish things would go back to how they were before: blissful and beautiful. Why oh why didn’t I consider the consequences of my actions? There is no way back from this, no way whatsoever.

It’s her fault. It’s always been her fault.

It’s my fault. It has always been my fault.

Regret ravages me. Despair distends me. I… we… have lost everything. Everything.

A child stops and stares. Finger pointing at me, she asks innocently, ‘Hey Mommy, why’s that sulking cat got a rotten apple core in its paws?’

(150 words)

The above story was written in response to the What Pegman Saw prompt, which this week took us to:

London, England

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First and foremost I am a reader, then a storyteller. My reading tastes are eclectic. My writing can focus around the intimacy of closed settings and may tend towards characters who might be hiding something from themselves.

9 thoughts on “NO DOUBT

  1. What a clever amalgam you have created, taking the cats to be Adam and Eve, and placing them in a location where people who might look and understand are wasting the last seconds before the Apocalypse staring at their mobile phones. It’s a powerful cautionary tale, Kelvin.

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  2. A fantastical story, strongly built on a burgeoning imagination. But I wonder if this the pussy cat who went up to London to visit the queen. Though, that apple, might it be intended for Snow White?

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