The Rat Chatcher

The rain splashes down and the same strange old feeling explodes in his chest. The memories come and go as he trudges along the streets in the dark autumn night. In a particularly dark place in the street he stops for a moment and as he pretends to pull his raincoat tighter around his neck he takes a good look around.Not spotting any people he slips his hand under his armpit. He moves the gun from his armpit into his coat pocket. It's nice to feel the wonderful sense of security that the touch of a gun always gave him. His cigarette has gone out a long time ago he puts the rain soaked stub in his mouth however reluctantly he wants to he has to spit out the remains.He dreams more and more back to the time when it was serious. The time when he had a task and life really seemed to have meaning. How far it was and yet so damned close. Tonight he feels more intensely than ever how lonely he is and how foolish his whole life seems to him.his life which for five long years he has fought so hard to preserve.His innate sense of humour is slowly starting to help him get back on track. Although it'a chore he stops and unbuttons his coat so he can reach into his trouser pocket for his cigarettes and matches. With his cigarette lit again he felt significantly better and saw the situation a little brighter.