I am standing there by his table. Like a dog in front of the butcher's shop. Not even a fleck of recognition shows on his face. He looks beyond me and talks to his cronies. He jokes and checks whether I am in awe of his mental prowess. I am not, but I play along. After all it's me who dragged my sorry ass in to his office. Looks like he has finally spotted me. Maybe it takes time for his dull brain to report new apparitions in his den. He stares, ruminates and stares again. I try to open my mind for him to see what made me appear in front of him. He dozes off. I disappear.
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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