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Some choices are harder than others
A chapter in the book Spectre
The Decision
by Lea Tonin1
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
The author has placed a warning on this post for language.
What is born of deception and misdirection
Tepid fruit poisonous with intent
It's only motivation in the guise of good
Comes the dark with malicious madness
Set forth in a mission of extinction
Ingredients designed to corrupt
Crawl the truth within clamoring for breath
She comes...damned in the eyes of light
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Today's lesson it seems, is how to deal with rats. I can't speak for everyone but, I'm not too fond of the creatures to say the least. Everyday issues still happen no matter the plans we make.
This is one of those act now situations. My room is not a part of the house proper but is attached to the house instead.
My Uncle was kind enough to take me when I had nowhere to go. This was my only choice.
In the cities where I lived most of life, no one can live here by themselves anymore. It's not financially feasible for most of us. A two bedroom apartment, we would be very lucky to see it for less than six hundred thousand dollars. Unfortunately, my uncle has a serious cockroach and rat problem. These rats now invade my space. Go through my drawers, up in my clothes and run across me when I sleep. I can hear them in every wall around me every night. When I walk into the house they scatter, so do the cockroaches. The rat man came yesterday. He went and plugged multiple holes underneath the house and all the many holes that were on the perimeter of the house. They actually dig through gravel and cement to get underneath. So he plugged them all up, laid out traps. He then said there were dead rats down there and that the live ones have gone up into the insulation to have babies. The insulation, which runs through the house, has got rats. They are everywhere throughout the walls and now they are stuck and the smell is getting bad.
I'm truly sorry if people are offended by my writing this. This just happens to be first and foremost on my mind before I begin my journey back. I think it's a good idea in some ways to let people know how I'm doing and what I'm doing today. Not just yesterday but here and now.
In order to dispose of the little critters, we have to tear down walls. The owner will probably not want to do that. He will want to tear it down and build himself an nice new duplex and get himself three times the money he gets now. It's all the excuse he needs.
It's time to get out of here. I must go somewhere quiet to finish writing. Somewhere my family doesn't know.
I go this weekend to look at a place...a cabin.
A little sooner than I planned but, one has to do what one has to do. Okay, now that's off my chest...thank you everyone! It's time to travel again, travel back in time.
Head back to girl running across the lawn and down the street...
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I'm running, I'm free, I'm out, I'm headed up the street. But where am I going?
I had no idea. I knew it couldn't be too far, I had people and items to collect. If I can convince Mrs. D that is.
'Think now. Where can I go? There's a playground a few blocks from here...I'll head there.'
I was at the park within five minutes. I sat down at a picnic table to gather my thoughts. I knew I was on the verge of tears. If I let slip that little bit of control I had left, I would surely break down and cry.
A deep well of feeling came over me. One that frightened me more than anything. Desperation... Despair. That's an out of control feeling. To not know where you're headed or in what direction and at a loss as to what to do next. That's panic, that's desperation.
I sat on the park bench looking down at my socked feet. They were soaked through and I had two ice bricks at the end of my legs. It was fall at that time and not alot of sunny days left.
At the back of the D's house, ran railway tracks. A small strip of greasy bushes lined the railway behind and ahead. Close enough to watch the D's house and wait for Mr. D to leave. There was no way I could walk up to the front door knock while he was there, to wait was my only choice.
I took off my socks and rung them out, then put them back on my feet. I ran my fingers through my hair. I began to make my way through the park trying to stay on the high ground for my socks sake but, it was useless.
Wet was wet.
Getting through the park, I started to descend towards the railroad tracks. I walked along gingerly and picked my way over stones until I saw the back of the D's house.
I made my way as close as I could keeping behind the greasy bushes. I almost fell on my face! At my feet was a yellow milk crate. I pulled it out of the tangled grass and propped it behind the bush then sat down to watch their house. What seemed like hours was probably only minutes. It crawled along and took forever for that sun to go down or for someone to fire up that car and leave.
It would be Mr. D, Mrs. D wasn't allowed to drive it. Finally dusk arrived and I was super hungry, very cold. More time past when I heard a crash. I looked and saw the kitchen light swaying back and forth then the sound of glass breaking. Then I heard the tell tale sign of Mr. D's vehicle firing up. The spit of gravel, a squeal and he was gone up the street. I waited a few minutes just to be sure, then I came up the side of the house along the fence line. I stopped at the end of the fence and waited there a few moments longer just in case Mr. D returned.
I came around the end of the fence and walked up to the front door.
I could hear nothing inside it was completely silent. I knocked again. Still silence no sounds of kids running around. But the warning bells on my head were ringing loudly! I turned the handle, the door opened.
It was dark...a familiar smell was in the air.
The coppery smell of blood.
*****************************
I'm remember feeling pretty terrified when that smell came to my nose. For the moment now I must go back to the task at hand. I must bring my mind back to the present.
I hate leaving her there. But we won't...don't worry....
What is born of deception and misdirection
Tepid fruit poisonous with intent
It's only motivation in the guise of good
Comes the dark with malicious madness
Set forth in a mission of extinction
Ingredients designed to corrupt
Crawl the truth within clamoring for breath
She comes...damned in the eyes of light
************************************
Today's lesson it seems, is how to deal with rats. I can't speak for everyone but, I'm not too fond of the creatures to say the least. Everyday issues still happen no matter the plans we make.
This is one of those act now situations. My room is not a part of the house proper but is attached to the house instead.
My Uncle was kind enough to take me when I had nowhere to go. This was my only choice.
In the cities where I lived most of life, no one can live here by themselves anymore. It's not financially feasible for most of us. A two bedroom apartment, we would be very lucky to see it for less than six hundred thousand dollars. Unfortunately, my uncle has a serious cockroach and rat problem. These rats now invade my space. Go through my drawers, up in my clothes and run across me when I sleep. I can hear them in every wall around me every night. When I walk into the house they scatter, so do the cockroaches. The rat man came yesterday. He went and plugged multiple holes underneath the house and all the many holes that were on the perimeter of the house. They actually dig through gravel and cement to get underneath. So he plugged them all up, laid out traps. He then said there were dead rats down there and that the live ones have gone up into the insulation to have babies. The insulation, which runs through the house, has got rats. They are everywhere throughout the walls and now they are stuck and the smell is getting bad.
I'm truly sorry if people are offended by my writing this. This just happens to be first and foremost on my mind before I begin my journey back. I think it's a good idea in some ways to let people know how I'm doing and what I'm doing today. Not just yesterday but here and now.
In order to dispose of the little critters, we have to tear down walls. The owner will probably not want to do that. He will want to tear it down and build himself an nice new duplex and get himself three times the money he gets now. It's all the excuse he needs.
It's time to get out of here. I must go somewhere quiet to finish writing. Somewhere my family doesn't know.
I go this weekend to look at a place...a cabin.
A little sooner than I planned but, one has to do what one has to do. Okay, now that's off my chest...thank you everyone! It's time to travel again, travel back in time.
Head back to girl running across the lawn and down the street...
*****************************
I'm running, I'm free, I'm out, I'm headed up the street. But where am I going?
I had no idea. I knew it couldn't be too far, I had people and items to collect. If I can convince Mrs. D that is.
'Think now. Where can I go? There's a playground a few blocks from here...I'll head there.'
I was at the park within five minutes. I sat down at a picnic table to gather my thoughts. I knew I was on the verge of tears. If I let slip that little bit of control I had left, I would surely break down and cry.
A deep well of feeling came over me. One that frightened me more than anything. Desperation... Despair. That's an out of control feeling. To not know where you're headed or in what direction and at a loss as to what to do next. That's panic, that's desperation.
I sat on the park bench looking down at my socked feet. They were soaked through and I had two ice bricks at the end of my legs. It was fall at that time and not alot of sunny days left.
At the back of the D's house, ran railway tracks. A small strip of greasy bushes lined the railway behind and ahead. Close enough to watch the D's house and wait for Mr. D to leave. There was no way I could walk up to the front door knock while he was there, to wait was my only choice.
I took off my socks and rung them out, then put them back on my feet. I ran my fingers through my hair. I began to make my way through the park trying to stay on the high ground for my socks sake but, it was useless.
Wet was wet.
Getting through the park, I started to descend towards the railroad tracks. I walked along gingerly and picked my way over stones until I saw the back of the D's house.
I made my way as close as I could keeping behind the greasy bushes. I almost fell on my face! At my feet was a yellow milk crate. I pulled it out of the tangled grass and propped it behind the bush then sat down to watch their house. What seemed like hours was probably only minutes. It crawled along and took forever for that sun to go down or for someone to fire up that car and leave.
It would be Mr. D, Mrs. D wasn't allowed to drive it. Finally dusk arrived and I was super hungry, very cold. More time past when I heard a crash. I looked and saw the kitchen light swaying back and forth then the sound of glass breaking. Then I heard the tell tale sign of Mr. D's vehicle firing up. The spit of gravel, a squeal and he was gone up the street. I waited a few minutes just to be sure, then I came up the side of the house along the fence line. I stopped at the end of the fence and waited there a few moments longer just in case Mr. D returned.
I came around the end of the fence and walked up to the front door.
I could hear nothing inside it was completely silent. I knocked again. Still silence no sounds of kids running around. But the warning bells on my head were ringing loudly! I turned the handle, the door opened.
It was dark...a familiar smell was in the air.
The coppery smell of blood.
*****************************
I'm remember feeling pretty terrified when that smell came to my nose. For the moment now I must go back to the task at hand. I must bring my mind back to the present.
I hate leaving her there. But we won't...don't worry....
This is a chapter in an auto bio called Spectre book two of a trilogy. book one is called Ghost. Both can be found in my portfolio if you wish to read. Please note, some chapters are difficult to digest. Reader discretion is advised.
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