Black Holes: A Narrative Fiction

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I slowly made my way with John to the main gates of the zoo. We were holding hands gently because neither of us really wanted to know what would happen next. I pondered on what John and I had just witnessed and what might lie in the future. All I know is that Bobo had passed away from pneumonia and that Mr. Pignati just dropped over dead over Bobo. “Lorraine, I am taking you to the bus stop because I think we should go home and get away from here. This is too much for the both of us,” John said, quietly guiding me to the gates. “Are you coming with me,” I asked John, with tears in my eyes because he was right, it is too much for us. John, who actually looked serious, replied “I guess I will ride the bus to your stop to make sure you get home safely, then I am going home. …show more content…

His name was Mr. Pignati, anyways. Mr. Pignati is dead.” My mom got up from the table and came over to me, gripping my shoulders. She said, “What did you do to him? Don’t you know I don’t have money for a funeral or to pay his family back? I need you to do the laundry. There is also food in the kitchen that I got yesterday from the old man I had to go watch.” “I didn’t do anything directly to him. I don’t know what the paramedics are going to do to him. We won’t have to pay for a funeral. He doesn’t even have a family,” I said. Changing the subject I added, “Besides, I am not hungry.” “Well, I have errands I need to get done. I will be back by 7:30. Lock the doors and don’t open it for anyone. Also, do not leave,” my mom said as she was going out the doors I went to my room and thought about all the events that I had witnessed today. Mr. Pignati died at a place that he loved, by the cage of his deceased best friend. I knew what John and I needed to do, we needed to write some kind of book about the Pigman, to commemorate him. Just then, the phone rang and I knew it was John, so I got up and answered

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