Clique
A Fable

The Island Paradise
The island was paradise. Everyone looked out for everyone else, and helped where they could showing love and compassion for each other.
When someone had a disaster or fell ill someone would always come to help and comfort them. If people were sad there would always be a hug for them to dry the tears. It was a beautiful place for people to live and thrive.
The Round House
The Round House was sited next to the sea and contained a round table and a kettle and cups to make coffee. People would go there to chat and discuss projects for the Island.
One day one of the Islanders went to the Round house but was told they could not come in because the group were discussing something. When the Islander asked why they weren’t allowed they were told that they were really good, but this group was not for them. This group was the Clique
The Islanders wondered about the Clique but every time someone tried to enter the Round House they either ignored or pushed away and so eventually the Clique became separated from the rest of the Islanders.
The Clique
We are the elite, we really are. We have evolved and we are going places and we need to keep doing this, or we will stagnate.
But what about our friends outside, they have been good and supportive to us.
We have moved on, they don’t matter apart from bringing us sustenance when we need it. We need to concentrate on us, we are the ones that matter and they can watch us succeed, but they no longer matter to us.
The Sinking Land
The Island was sinking. The Islanders went to The Round House but were ignored or told to go away. The Islanders made their boats ready to leave and loaded their belongings before once more trying to tell the Clique that the Island was sinking and soon the round House would be sinking into the sea, but the Clique told them they weren’t interested and had more important matters to deal with.
The Islanders took to the sea to sail to a new land and they saw as their homes sank into the sea, The Round House was on an elevated knoll but that was now all that was left of the Island.
Only The Round House
What the fuck?
Water was coming into the Round House, and The Clique were angry.
Nobody told us about this. After all we have done for them and they never told us.
The Clique looked out of the windows and realised that the Round house was sinking and they had no way out.
If they opened the door then they would be immediately flooded, but it soon became apparent that that was irrelevant and the pressure of sea water against the fragile windows was now cracking them . They would soon break and the Clique would be in the sea.
Not only that these waters were full of vicious predators, such as sharks continually looking for their next meal.
They left us!
They didn’t even leave us a boat
After all we did , they didn’t respect us and they left us to die
We are amazing and they never appreciated how great we are, they haven’t a clue what they have done.
The End
The Islanders mourned the loss of the Clique but they were never able to make the Clique take notice of them, as they sailed away to a safer brighter future
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Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred
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Comments (3)
This os so incredibly relatable for me in MANY ways from Many places over my life. In the end, cliques like this are all the same. You nailed it.
A lot of symbolism in your story. I loved it!
Good story, Mike