Chapter3

Work was a bitch today; I had to finish up on a project I’ve been working on for two weeks now. Had only breakfast and now am famished. I got home after enduring the 3rd mainland bridge traffic as usual. Today was fair. I used only 45minutes in traffic.

Opening my door, I was greeted by a faint smell, now this is not the normal smell of my crib. Well, at least not all the time. I dropped my bag off on the dinning table all the while sniffing and trying to figure out where the smell was coming from. It kept wavering in and out. It seemed to be coming from my kitchen. arrrrr….

I went straight to my gas cooker. I had two pots on it, a slight premonition crept on me but I opened the pot anyway; Pshew! I gave a sign of relieve, ‘thank God’ I said under my breath. My pot of turkey soup was still intact. The alluring smell awakened my stomach to the fact that I hadn’t eaten for close to 9hours now. It growled audibly as I replaced the lead. I consoled my stomach with mental pictures of a big feast it will be enjoying in a bit. It seemed to work….for now.

I opened the second pot. The white rice I boiled was spoilt. But that was not the smell. It seems to be coming from under my cupboard. I bent low….AARRRRR……the sickly smell was strong. Have I finally killed Don Capon? I dared to hope. Quickly I searched under my pile of food stuffs and …BINGO! I saw a tail. Yuck. It was just a minor rat that ate the poison I bought (nonsense). I held it gingerly by the tail and proceeded towards my front door when …fffiiaaaaaaamm!. I saw through my peripheral a slightly bigger rat than the one I just assassinated go past my fridge and went right under the door. It was DON CAPON! I could have sworn that rat would win a formula one race. That guy can’t be chased; he’s just too fast and smart for an ordinary rat. You never see him fully, only with your peripheral. He’s the size of two thumbs and can pass under any door at the speed of light. He moved in a few months right after I did, and I only want to ask him who he paid house rent to, and why he has to share my raw food, spilling them on the floor too. I kill every rat but not him. Naaaa, he’s just too freaking smart. Maybe he came to give his padi his last rights. Who knows? ‘I’ll get you some day’ I told myself. I went to throw the dead fella out and came back in. no remorse. I just took a life that has been disturbing me.

I relaxed a bit and absent mindedly strolled into my kitchen, warmed the pot of soup and made some eba. Haaa. This is life.