Sunday 17 May 2015

Mag 270 – Metamorphosis failed
Artwork by Ulrike Bolenz

I awoke with a sense of anticipation that my new life was about to begin. Cautiously I lifted my head and contemplated my body but to my consternation it was unchanged apart from two excrescences on my shoulder blades – wings I think. What good were they? They would never be strong enough to lift me aloft. Sadly I realised I would never achieve fame – I was Franz Kafka’s failed first attempt at Metamorphosis.

Thanks to Tess for this prompt. To see the interpretations of others please click here.


15 comments:

  1. This is wonderful! Love your ending.

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  2. How sad, but on the other hand, I can't imagine you with wings pushing the caddie in a supermarket !

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    1. I can't imagine me with wings of any sort . . .

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  3. There is always parallel universe B

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  4. This was a great meme. You had me from the start before I realized what it was.

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  5. I really like your header photograph.

    There could be nothing sadder than having wings that won't carry you. Good write.

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    1. Thank you, Gail. We often walk round this lake with our dogs.
      As for wings, they'd have to be mighty strong to lift me . . .

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  6. Excellent - and I echo Gail re the wings!
    Anna :o]

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    1. Thank you - Kafka sprang to mind as soon as I saw the illustration.

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  7. You left me wanting more...excellent...

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    1. Thank you, Tess, and thank you for the prompt:-)

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  8. What a brilliant interpretation. Now I want the next page.

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