He was hungry,
but that was nothing new. He was always hungry, always looking for an
opportunity to eat. As he floated along, eye open for any chance to snurch some
food, any food. If it was organic he would try it.
Others didn’t understand
him, thought of him at best as a novelty at worst, an irrelevance to be
avoided at all costs. It wasn’t his fault, it was just the way he was. They
simply just didn’t understand he was simply being what he was, what he was
brought up to be. With a
mental sigh he floated on, ever on. He was lonely but that was nothing new, he
was always lonely. Space around him could be filled with beings and still he
would be alone, he hadn’t seen one of his own kind for so long that he almost
forgot what it was like to be with others of his kind, almost forgot what he
looked like himself. On he
went, being ignored, snatching food and gorging himself when he could. He had
been hungry for so long, cycles, he had learned the hard lesson, eat when you
can for you never know when your next opportunity will be. To be
perfectly honest he didn’t really mind being lonely, he liked being on his own,
but he didn’t like being ignored like he was an irrelevance, a nothing. He was
magnificent, one of the grandest of his kind ever to exist and yet they paid
him little attention. As he
drifted along, he saw it. Scurrying towards him, obviously it hadn’t noticed
him yet. So he slowly moved towards it, trying hard not to scare it away, not
that it would escape anyway, but it always paid to be circumspect with
prospective food. |
