Day 7A Chapter by Sadie CahillAlleyways and streets. I avoided avenues in my wandering. Walking under the dark shades of the buildings. The city in which I remembered to be filled with life, is now an empty husk. Somehow, I feel very close to its
description. Ironically thinking that I’m just like the city. I was also an
empty husk. My blistered feet stop as I hear a
clang. It came deep into an alley that I haven’t wandered into yet. Curious, I
follow the sound. Another clang, something must be
rummaging from a garbage can or something. My hopes rose, perhaps it’s also a
living organism, animal or human. I rarely see animals, much less humans. Or perhaps it’s monster lurking in
the dark, waiting to consume me. At the thought, I was suddenly
entranced with fear. My knees started to tremble, but why am I afraid? Aren’t I
the only person in this world? A cat meowed. A cat? I turned the corner, and indeed,
saw a cat. It looked like a domestic cat. And amazingly, it’s not too dirty.
Its fur stood as it heard me approaching, looking at me through green eyes but
slowly calmed down as I slowed. It jumped down from the dumpster,
and approached me, rubbing its fur on my legs. I pick it up and pet it,
deciding to name it Stray, just like I was. Stray is a nice cat. He rubbed
against my hand as I hold it out towards him. Noticing that there is a collar
around his neck I check it out. What is this? A note? “Why do you still exist?” The note
said. This simple question shook my very
mind. Feeling light headed, I leaned on the nearby wall, placing Stray down.
The note was placed on old browned paper, the letter typewritten. I continue to read the letter,
scanning it for clues but found none. I turn the paper, and read the back.
There is nothing but a stanza of a poem “To find the truth, To hold your beliefs, If you desire ceaseless days, Seek me at the end.” I blink, and suddenly the poem
disappeared. I look around, the stanza doesn’t fade out in my memory, much like
it was ironed. What is this ‘end’?
I could return? © 2017 Sadie CahillAuthor's Note
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Added on July 15, 2017 Last Updated on July 15, 2017 Tags: Post Apocalyptic, Short, Entry, Journal, Fiction AuthorSadie CahillManila, Luzon, PhilippinesAboutAn easygoing person. Would write anything that comes to mind and anything that would. more..Writing
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