A story was stuck in his mind. It refused to let go. He tried everything to coax it. He stared at the white sheets of paper till his eyes refused to see. He keyed in every known word in the dictionary. He played all the songs twice from his iPod. He took a walk in the park. He danced in the rain. He rode off in to the sunset on his rickety scooter. He slept with another woman. He pretended to be mad. He read every book in the library. But his story stayed put, until his grandson stumbled upon his diary. But then, it was no longer his story in spite of his grandson telling everyone so.
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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