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Aaron Bliss
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Dan sighs and grunts as he wrenches his toe-capped boots off,
turning his head to avoid the whiff of a turbulent day on the picket
lines. It’s hard to know whether you’re really doing the right thing
when you’re spat at and threatened day in, day out. He never asked
to be head of the Union. The way Dan remembers it, his name was
only fun when you are winning: then you’re all in it together. In
Your enemies tap your phone and your friends poison your drink. At
‘I’m worried about you Dan. Some members have got it in for you.
evening, but all he desires at this moment is sleep. The warm malt
licks his throat and warms his gullet as the muffled hooting of owls
signals the onset of night. He peels off his stale clothes like he was
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bed always seems indulgent alone. Dan pictures Caitlyn’s soft brown
curls beside him; tastes her scent. He cannot wait until this is all
over and they are a family once more. Even the impromptu 3 a.m.
Dan stirs softly and mashes his face into the super-soft goose-
The intruder stops dead and hugs the wall anxiously before the
door, before nudging it ajar; the moon from the skylight throwing his
The terraced streets are devoid of life. The sun has been set for four
hours, and this section of earth is as cold as it will get. Not but the
active. This is the dead time. Casper glissades between the metal
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looking for and screeching like a banshee until a sinuous blue
tortoiseshell ambles out to meet him at the wall. As they slink away
Word is that a fox had been on the prowl not more than an hour ago
bean tin, soggy chips and lettuce; perhaps they can find a nice
guide them through the minefield of the urban maze they inhabit
when other senses fail, and they bound through crevices and
The queen orders all drones, workers and soldiers to the surface.
postponed this night. The first ant heaves the stone from the tunnel
good hour’s troop ahead. The mild breeze carries the distant scent
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of putrescence from the outflow of the reservoir on the outskirts of
the town.
A pack of purposeful rats depart from the filthy waters to scale the
causeway and scurry down the rolling hills towards the hub of the
from his nest and gliding over the pack, mimicking the snake of
The bird flies ahead and waits for the rodents on the roofing gutters
ten years. Not the fussiest of blackbirds, the jackdaw inches along to
the upstairs window and swings upside down to survey the sleeping
human inside. A crack and a rustle alerts the bird to company at his
just under the sill, ensconcing itself in the tangles of shrubbery while
number one watches the sleeping carcass intently from the skirting
board refuge of the radiator pipe crevice. The third pair of her eyes
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twitch almost imperceptibly and four of her legs flex as the human
sways ponderously for a moment before darting back inside the hole
interior wall cavity on the ground floor, where she congregates with
round these parts before, looking at her like he wanted her spawn,
but she was done with birthing and had just fed. He doesn’t have
long left on this mortal coil, but tonight the agenda is somewhat
different, so she will spare him his life. He has used his eminence to
soldier, and she gnashes her fangs in approval. The walls swell with
activity.
seeping from the edge of the waste bin. The little creatures’
through the partition between the bedroom curtains and tousles the
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The creaking of bed springs provokes movement once more as a
lie still as the cavalry charge scuttles obliviously past and mount
of sugar cubes.
The cat flap clatters as the pack of reservoir rats streams through,
past the swarm of voracious ants already on their way to the top of
prey around them in order to reach the hallowed room at the top of
cockroaches wait, poised and motionless at the foot of the bed. The
dormice wind to the perch of the two bedposts above the human’s
contentedly.
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The creatures react as one. How can this human sleep the sleep of
the innocent?
The crackle of death beneath his boot heel still haunts us!
corners. The ants clamber up the bedposts, under the covers and
begin biting Dan’s prone flesh as the spiders descend on his face,
weaving through his hair and biting at his scalp and face. He wakes
tide of cockroaches and spiders to flood into his open mouth. His
earlobes are oozing blood as the insects infiltrate all of his mucous
underwear and sink their diseased canines into his genitals, soon
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so do the two cats, just in time to feed on the fresh meat and feast
on revenge for the good friend fallen under the wheels of Dan’s
Passat.
Outside, the jackdaw perched on the gutter hops down to the trellis
and looks at his fellow bird for a moment and caws, before unfurling
his wings and swooping away en route to his nest on the outskirts of