I saw Mrs CV yesterday in the supermarket

she wasn’t at all what I thought she would be

middle-aged with a smiley, rounded face

nothing evil about her at all

 

There were too many people

at the check-outs

I ran out of there for safety reasons

passing her frolicking kids

on the newspaper stand

 

‘Hey!’ shouted Mr CV

loitering on one of the doors

‘come and pick me up

And give me a ride.’

 

I ran to my car

relief flooded through me

like a tumbling bun.

 

I arrived home

not much later

where a wild rat

welcomed me in

with possibly diseased

paws