The talking fish is back. He was happily doing rounds in his bucket. I was pretending that I didn't see him. But he saw me for sure. Because he started talking the moment I entered the bathroom. I was avoiding him as my partner thinks that I am talking to my mistress in the bathroom. She will never believe me if I tell her about the fish. She has never seen him even though we share the same roof. I can hear her footsteps stop by the bathroom door. I don't blame her, no one would believe such a fishy story.
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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