What Have I Become

“It’s a hell of a deal.”

The estate agent’s words crept slowly into my head on that first night. They were soon banished by the scratching.

By the second night the scratch had become a thud.

It was coming from the kitchen. From under the table.

I toppled it over and threw the dusty rug to one side. A hatch.

I pulled it open, stared into the darkness beneath. Slowly, a man appeared.

It was me.

Hair longer, beard overgrown, but it was me. I, the other I, murmured something, his voice distant and tired.

“It’s a hell of a deal.”


Author: jackkholt

Film graduate. Lover of lots of good films and quite a few bad ones. Reader. Writer. Novel in progress, obviously.

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