THE THREAT

An attempt to eradicate human race got aborted.

- Someeta Das

I was waiting. Uncovered in the waste bin I was waiting stealthily for the right moment when I could strike. It had been quite some time for now, since I had arrived from outside the country on a napkin, which an unsuspecting traveller carelessly flung into an uncovered dustbin, after using.

I had managed to grip the hand of my host leaving a portion of myself inside the dustbin, to claim my next victim.

I had been lying there for a couple of hours, waiting diligently, all the while glancing menacingly around. While waiting and watching, I made a few remarkable observations.

There was a man who carelessly passed the bin, brushing it with the tip of his little finger. It gave me a chance to grip his finger immediately, and disseminate a small portion of myself.

This extraordinary feature made me more potent and gave me powers, which at times was frightening even to me.

I watched the nice young lady, reminding the child not to touch surfaces, but unaware that the child had already touched the bin accidentally. I hated having to lay siege and grasp the little one, but such was my innate nature that I had to do so.

Likewise, the gangling teenager, with his strange haircut and awkward ways, who looked as if he did not have a bath for quite a while, and that made him an easy target. This was primarily because I loved dirt and lth. In fact I thrived on it.

But wait… surely that old lady who could barely walk straight, but was too proud to be seen on a wheelchair, did not deserve to be subjected to the nature of my intimacies. It was inevitable and I gripped her, merely a result of my primal instinct that had to be honoured.

She was walking unsteadily when suddenly she stumbled and held on to the dustbin to steady herself, otherwise, she would have fallen, and I grabbed her, more for her own sake than mine.