Sometimes our writing is inspired by the least expected things, isn’t it?
I hear you creature. Thudding around up there, clawing at dark crevices in your desperate attempts to flee. Why do you run now, when your invasion was a success? Is it because your plunder is now your prison. Although your prison is in fact your refuge. From me. Because I don’t appreciate my home being invaded, my possessions defiled, my comfort ruffled. Your arrival may have been at your choice, however your departure is very much at mine. And don’t think that you can leave before I have your head for a crumb of cheese.
2 thoughts on “The Creature”
When I read your piece, I think of Kafka’s metamorphosis. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Thanks Anand, I’ll have to finish reading metamorphosis – one of those books that I’ve had for ages but never get around to reading!