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.