Alice cried. There had been a dead whale on the sandy shore outside her modern beach house that morning. A metal "coca cola" can had been stuck inside the back of the large aquatic creature's throat and caused it to come too close to the coastline, new reports had said.
If only Alice knew that the can had come straight from the coast of the golden-brown granules, shimmering silently beyond her window. That it had come from the small shop nearby where she herself bought her cans of the fizzy drink. That it had been bought by her. Had been left by her on the beach. Had been washed away by the turquoise waves because of her. Had been lodged in that innocent mammals throat, ending its life may years too short. Because had she been aware, it wouldn't have happened again. But it did. Alice did not know that she had unwittingly provided the means for a slow, painful death for creatures that had never done any wrong. She did not know that she had provided a means for both her suffering, but the suffering of many others.
Still... Alice cried.
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Short StoryAlice did not realise, she never did. But she could not hope to imagiine the profound consequences her actions would have on so many others.
