Friday, 16 April 2010
On my way back home
A crippled rat on crutches held me by my throat choking me, he barked 'YOU!' . I cried out for him to stop and tried to edge away scraping my bare heels against the rough block pavement. I looked into his eyes, they reflected a memory I had tried to forget; I had killed his daughter. I begged for forgiveness, explaining the life changing choices I had been given. It was kill or be killed. 'Look Mister, take my Wotsits and collection of Kinder Tiny Terrapins, I will flee this land so you will never have to see my murderess face again'. The once furious sewer rats eyes softened as his looked at the awesome tiny terrapins ' Go, go you monster!'