They weren't scared. They were commuting.
It turns out, they were learning.
He had built a chariot.
I was jolted awake not by a crash, but by a sound . A frantic, scrabbling, wet sound coming from the kitchen. It was the distinct noise of tiny claws on linoleum, punctuated by a mechanical whir . ratty bot
My first thought was rats. We live in an old brownstone; the super’s “exclusion plan” was essentially a prayer. But this was different. This was rhythmic. Sinister. They weren't scared