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April 18, 2019

The perpetual night


Fiction: The perpetual night

When the streetlights flicker on, when the long shadows fall, he would come out from some hole or corner where he have been sleeping. Up and down the avenues, across pavements and over many finite things here and there, he would walk with a restless heart and perpetual steps. The tall buildings block the sky, the thin trees overcrowd his views but he hardly notice.

Nothing of importance happens to him and yet, he sometimes thought he felt the rushing of excitement from the happy creatures, the lingering sadness from the lonely ones, the distress of existence flying here and there. And yet, none of these feelings are his nor do they last. Even as he crosses a street, even as he takes in the sounds, even as he wanders through cluster of feet, he cannot really say he is one of them or that he knows how they feel.

His sight has not been what it once was. Daylight holds no views for him. It is night that he can see everything. Perhaps it is in his descending ways that he should be able to see what lurks in the darkness. What he sees is not always what he cares to see especially not the cruelty.

He sometimes takes his meals from trash cans, sometimes from the butcher's back shop and now and then, the humans would give him food though he finds them very disagreeable to his palette. But always, he roams with a idleness that he sometimes wishes he can leave behind.

But he is weary of the night, of what it might never bring him. His heart speeds up now and then at the sight of something new but then it slows down when he finds it is the same old thing. Nevertheless he carries on, hoping each and every night, he would find someone to take him home.

April A-Z Challenge 2019

6 comments:

  1. Such a poignant and lonely piece. I too hope he finds someone to take him home again.

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    1. we all want someone to take us home, cats, dogs, humans...

      thanks for visiting, have a lovely day.

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    1. it really is...

      thanks for visiting, have a lovely day.

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  3. Such a sad story and I hope someone does take the lonely old dog home soon.

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    1. to be honest, I wrote it sort of from a cat but now that you mention dog, I'm leaning toward the idea.

      thanks for visiting, have a lovely day.

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