1.
As he gazed out of his window, over the sloping fields of sheer desolation, he conceded that he was the last mortal living. An icy chill preceded the knock at his door.
2.
He stumbled through the street labyrinth, without the grace of an alley cat but, with the fading sounds of snatching claws, wearing a Cheshire's grin. He should focus on the Black Cat, crossing the path ahead, ready with a handful of bloodied razors.
3.
As I gazed out at my empire; the glittering lights and blinking windows, I heard the metallic click and his ominous drone; ‘Convince me sir, why should the rude, rich or poor, be allowed to continue when good manners cost nothing?’
‘I’m sorry,’ I replied coolly, ‘I didn’t hear you knock.’
No comments:
Post a Comment