I am always the horny bitch, she retorted. Was there a faint tint of pride in her statement? Or was I imagining things? Next thing she will say is that I stole her husband. Do I need to hang around till that revelation happens? Or do I just say bye like many of her friends? But then I wish life was that simple. There are times when she had tried to do it. And every time we have ended up in a mental health facility. There are times when she had tried to end it all. I dread those days. We end up in some emergency ward with insensitive hospital attendants. Can't blame them, who wants to save someone who has given up on life. But today it's different. I want her to choose. Only one of us can exist. And I guess I have won. For there she is perched on that window sill looking 13 stories down at the traffic below as if she is seeing it for the first time. Bloody bitch, how she had tormented a poor soul like me with all her eccentricities. Let go, dear. Let go.
Last night they discovered a human in the sewers, screamed the headline on Daily Vermin Times. Ed Rat paused to scan the headline and sipped his morning tea. He was in charge of the highly successful Human Extermination Programme. He came from the highly acclaimed family of rats that had unleashed Plague on the frail human race centuries ago. At that time rats used to be in the sewers and the humans used to be outside. Maybe they too had a Vermin Extermination Program. How ironic, thought Ed. We were destined to rule the world. We withstood their poison and laboratory tests. In fact, the tests made us stronger and resistant to the diseases. Now look at them hiding in sewers away from us, fearing us. The telephone rang. Ed woke with a start from his reverie. There must be something wrong, he thought. My room has shrunk, there are metal bars everywhere. It looks like a cell. I can see my cousins in another cell. They are all playing with something. What's this lump on my hand? What&#
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