It’d been six months since I’d set foot in the Czech Republic. Six months my flat had been locked up, put in mothballs waiting for my return. As the taxi pulled up outside I expected it to be yapping excitedly at the end of its leash, but no it just sat passively, no emotion; coldly awaiting the return of the prodigal son.
Ten, twenty, thirty, fifty, hundred, thousand, ten thousand. A million. Brown, black, hairy, scaly, scuttling, rushing, flying, falling, walls, floors, ceiling, doors. movement, a sea of movement. Crunch, crack, click, clack.