fauxcroft

He heard rats, trying to get into his home, heard them scratch and heard them crawl into places impossibly to tight and to small to fit, yet to his amazement he found out they got into every nook and cranny, everyday he heard rats.

So one day he laid down poisonous traps, poisonous wax blocks for them to feed, obsessed by the need to exterminate the rodent, vermin infestation. Day by day he continued him his persistence to triumph over them. Day by day he soon found the dead carcasses, day by day he celebrated his victories of the rodent foe.

Days later he felt unwell, feverish, with flu like symptoms. He went to the doctors and they admitted him to hospital and the doctorstudied him explained he had Weil’s disease, so much so he could not be saved. Slowly day by day. Suddenly the victories were hollow. As he ebbed away he had hallucinations, imagined he was now a rat.

Early one evening the man slipped away, painfully and alone. Yet in that moment he saw light, felt his soul lifting, saw images of long lost, long dead family members. He felt so happy, felt so redeemed, before suddenly sensing a cloud hover over him, then darkness. Just then he heard that familiar scratching and crawling, smelt that familiar smell of rodent infestation, of rat urine and excrement. Is this a nightmare he thought, then light appeared again, a shaft of light through an open door, suddenly he heard scuttling and scurrying, he too panicked, then he saw himself for the first time in a reflection of a broken mirror, fur covered, long tail and pointed head. He was now a rat, reborn as that which he sought to eradicate and now being targeted by humans who wished to do the same to him. Oh the karma, oh the shame.