Us and them
- They clustered in the darkness, their bodies huddled for warmth in the dark, damp underground. Across the platform another train passed by, the third one in as many minutes. Yet more people poured out of the doors like liquid life, flooding onto the platform with all the force of a ruptured dam.
- One of the smaller ones shuddered, and drew even closer into the mass. The eldest looked at her with kindly eyes.
- “I know. Horrible, isn’t it. I guess that’s the price you pay for being underground. Just think of all the diseases they carry, all the bugs they spread through their lives. Ugh!”
- “They do say,”, he drew himself to his full height, towering over his brood, “wherever you go in London, you’re never further than ten feet away from a human. Doesn’t bear thinking about, does it?”
- The rats scattered as another train approached, disappearing into the shadows.
I’ve posted this over at Tales from the Twisted Underground too, but it’s short enough to be quoted in full here.
Probably the shortest story I’ve ever written. ☺