I’m going to tell you a story and if you don’t believe it so be it. I know it’s true: a friend of mine heard it from the cousin of his brother.
Last summer, there was a house party that started after classes ended on Friday and finished in the early hours of Monday.
Somehow a couple of bottles of wine got smashed. One of the sensible girls found a broom and swept it in a corner where the bins were. Next morning there were a dozen drunken rats crawling around in a heap. They couldn’t walk straight and kept falling over on their sides.
When the lads stopped pissing themselves with laughter, Jack (a bit of a bruiser in all honesty) got a crowbar and smashed them to death.
That wasn’t the end of it. Jack has a girl, Sarah, and they were walking through the children’s playground one night when out of nowhere came this great rat: as big as a dog, Jack said later. The rat went straight for Jack’s leg and had him over and then a hoard of massive rats attacked him and Sarah. They were crawling all over their faces and Jack was screaming every bit as Sarah, because he’s scared of rats which might be why he was so keen to smash the drunken ones.
The rats chewed them a bit and then disappeared as quickly as they appeared. Jack’s had nightmares ever since.
True story, and there’s a moral in it somewhere.
Words: Richard Rooney
Illustration: A.I.
Flash Fiction 250
Flash Fiction 250 