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.
This is wonderful! Love your ending.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sara:-)
DeleteHow sad, but on the other hand, I can't imagine you with wings pushing the caddie in a supermarket !
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine me with wings of any sort . . .
DeleteThere is always parallel universe B
ReplyDeleteNow that's an interesting thought.
DeleteThis was a great meme. You had me from the start before I realized what it was.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda.
DeleteI really like your header photograph.
ReplyDeleteThere could be nothing sadder than having wings that won't carry you. Good write.
Thank you, Gail. We often walk round this lake with our dogs.
DeleteAs for wings, they'd have to be mighty strong to lift me . . .
Excellent - and I echo Gail re the wings!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Thank you - Kafka sprang to mind as soon as I saw the illustration.
DeleteYou left me wanting more...excellent...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tess, and thank you for the prompt:-)
DeleteWhat a brilliant interpretation. Now I want the next page.
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