she said it’s dark in here
he said it’s normal
she wasn’t feeling well
he said it’s winter
she coughed
he squinted into the encroaching gloom
they didn’t see the dome rat
the dome rat knew they were there
she said let’s go now
he said wait a minute you’re always in a hurry
she said have it your own way
he muttered something vague
she sniffed
he shuffled
the dome rat was silent
the dome rat was at home
she knocked over a tin can
he swore at her
she complained meekly
he laughed at her
she didn’t care
he couldn’t see her
the dome rat could
the dome rat was silent
she sighed and made for the door
he banged around on the drums
she lit a cigarette outside
he asked for a drag
she said let’s go now
he said ok
the dome rat was listening
the dome rat stayed
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Summons up inner city seediness and downtown backstreets after midnight for me – a black and white photo of urban youth and sneeky voyeurism. Your inspiration? A ‘metro ad’?
actually.. I was driving back through the Auvergne and there was a sign for a town named “Domérat”.. and that stuck in my brain..
This is brilliant! I was intrigued by your comment about two parallel lives meeting, so I came to read, and now am SO GLAD I did. Creative use of name, setting, choice of animal – who ever thinks about the perspective of rats or flies on the wall when we are so caught up in our own little dramas? Love this. Well Done!
glad you appreciated it.. in fact the “rat” can either be a rodent or a social outcast..it’s open to interpretation!
On the Chinese calander I’m a rat – ‘Born under a bad sign’, as Clapton once sang. Perhaps he was right?