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A Pestilent Friend

Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 8:43 pm
by Bejami
The infant giggled, reaching his hand toward the rat before hesitating. Nibbling on crumbs, the rat was close enough to touch, but he remembered being bit the last time. His parents had not answered his cries. They remained asleep, eyes cold, staring.

The boy would soon get hungry. He would regret the crumbs his new friend ate. He would cry and cry, waiting for someone to help him but nobody will. How could he know his new friend is the reason his parents won't wake? About quarantine?

Outside the children sang, “Ring around the rosie. Pocket's full of posies. Ashes....”