The Rats (100 word fiction prompt) – short story

Fiction Friday from:

Randy Mazie

Acute in his wicker chair, a stalk of alfalfa held tense between his incisors, he stared. Slumping back he massaged his whiskers with a skeletal finger.  The rusty taste of live wire, his nose twitched. It’d been a long time since he’d called a place…he hardly dared touch the word…yet. His mind drifted to that damp tunnel, the one with the asbestos drifts and the bits of tangled wire.  A palace, and he: a king without a throne. He stared at the cracking drywall. “Boys”, he said in a voice of steel cut oats “we’re home”. 

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