Creative Writing: California, San Francisco

I am walking. Thats pretty much all I’d done in the past seven hours since I got off the speed rail in Denver. I am from San Francisco island about 300 miles off the coast of mainland United States. The name is misleading, it isn’t actually an island. It used to be part of the rest of the United States but when the water started to rise it along with a couple other large cities near the coast built a water wall. And then they built another wall and eventually built one thousand feet high all the way around the city so when the water rose to cover most of what used to be California, San Francisco survived. My entire life I’d heard about the mainland and the natural beauty it bore. In the hundred years since the great wall was built and the …show more content…

I finally escape with Momma and her kittens clinging to my sides. “Well good day to you madam, I’ll just be on my way,” I say in my fanciest voice as I give a mock bow. Just as I back away I hear the rhythmic pounding of footsteps.
“Psst come in here,” says the same woman that was just throwing bricks at me was leaning out her door gesturing for me to come in.
“But weren't you jus...” She cut me off, “just get your ass in here.” She had a strong accent from the Federation of Caribbean States. I quickly jump through her door dragging my sleeping bag and cats with me. The stomping boots come to an abrupt stop and I hear muffled yelling from outside in the alleyway and the woman lifts a rug and grabs a hatch to open a trapdoor into a small dank room not tall enough to stand in with a faded neon green bean bag chair. I get in dragging my stuff behind me as the trap door closes I hear the front door open.
“Hello, is there a problem sir?” her voice sounds about ten years older than it did two minutes earlier, much closer to the age she looks.
“Uh no ma’am we were just doing a check up and we saw a boy down this alley and of course you know it’s before the end of …show more content…

I look up at Taylor glaring at me. “sorry” I mumble.
“As I was saying, the second tsunami,” she pauses and looks at me “the government never really recovered and in this town these white folks took over and have been murdering us and oppressing us since.” I decide not to mention my white dad.
“You should probably go back to San Francisco, It’s probably much better than here,” Mary suggests
“I can’t, bad things happened,” I say thinking back to the tragedies that happened in my home city “Bad things.”
“Wha..” Mary starts before Taylor interrupts
“Oh stop being so melodramatic and start moving these bodies.” I sadly stroke the bump in my shirt from Moma and her kittens and realize they aren't there.
“Where are my cats?” I ask the group but mostly Taylor
“I didn’t want to tell you but..” she moves a curtain near the wall to reveal Mamma and her remaining kittens bodies smashed and still “They escaped before you got on the under room and the guards killed them”
“This is unforgivable. I will destroy them,” I say furiously
“Oh the thousands of our people being killed wasn't enough but now that they killed your cat you’re mad?” Mary Interjects as I turn to