@GreatWhiteSnarkOnNoiseApp 29 August 2023

As I entered the hallway of Mrs. Miller's boarding house, I felt doomed, trapped. I felt a sense of claustrophobia. I couldn't breathe. I felt like I'd been stabbed in the chest, like my ribs had been crushed by the very walls of the place (like you see in bad old horror movies). I imagined what it must feel like to be Cecil, the pet rat in a cage on a grubby greyish-white plastic table, under a harsh neon light. "We are not so different, you and I." That stupid sentence crossed my mind, an unhelpful reminder of my financial circumstances. The difference is that Cecil didn't wear a suit and tie, nor work for The Man. He didn't even work for Mrs. Miller, the lazy fat bastard. https://www.publish0x.com/hunting-of-the-snark/fractures-4-the-boarding-house-a-short-story-xevygjp?a=oQeZVJGJep&tid=Noise&t=Noise