Don't Feed the Rat!

by Annie Appleton

  Copyright © Annie Appleton 2017

  All rights reserved

  www.annieappletonwriter.com

  Published by FTK Publishing

  Cover design and formatting by Indie Designz

  British English is used throughout this book, which is set in the UK. Please note that some spelling, grammar and word usage will vary from US English.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  28 March 1972

  Jacob rounded the corner of Lower Tile Street at full speed and then skidded to a sudden halt. Dave, right on his heels, crashed into him from behind and knocked Jacob off his feet. He hit the dirt on all fours and pieces of sharp gravel bit into his knees. Jacob sat for a moment, looking down at his scuffed hands, then scrambled up, his head still throbbing with the sudden rush of adrenaline.

  He nearly went down again when Dave thumped him on the shoulder. ‘Why did you stop?’

  Jacob opened his mouth to tell his friend off, then remembered why he had come to such an abrupt stop in the first place.

  Further down the road his mother stood in the doorway of their house, crying and looking frantically up and down the narrow street, a balled-up hanky pressed against her mouth. The lady from across the street was with her, an arm around his mother’s shoulders. Jacob watched his mother, unable to move. His nose was beginning to run. He swiped his hand across his face and roughly brushed away any dirt and unexplainable wetness on his cheeks. His mother wasn’t supposed to be like that.

  Next to Jacob, Dave inhaled sharply as he spotted Dot. Without a word, Jacob started running again with Dave close behind. As she saw the two boys coming down the street, his mother took a few steps in their direction. All Jacob wanted to know was what had happened but the words remained stuck in his throat.

  Dot stared at the boys in front of her and began to sob even louder. Her shoulders heaved and the neighbour tightened her grip around them. The knot in Jacob’s stomach turned into a cold pit. A sharp wind suddenly blew down the street, chilling him to the bone.

  Jacob stepped forward and touched his mother’s hand. All he wanted was for her to stop crying. She snatched her hand away and looked from Jacob to Dave, tears streaking her face. She balled her fists and pressed them against the sides of her head with force. For a moment Jacob thought she was going to collapse in the street, but with a great intake of breath, Dot righted herself, her eyes fixed on Jacob. When she spoke, her words were as hard and unforgiving as the cobbled stones under their feet.

  ‘It’s all your fault.’

  * * *

  Present day

  Jacob Hicks closed his notebook and slid his pen back into the top pocket of his lab coat. He struggled up and dusted the sand off his knees. He shouldn’t squat down so much any more. It made his knees hurt.

  A movement at the window made him look up. As usual Mrs Andrews had kept an eye on him while he was in her garden, checking on the giant ants’ nest against her garden wall. Jacob gave her a wave and walked through the narrow passage between the houses and exited on to the road. The sun was shining brightly and the multicoloured wooden gables of the terraced houses stood out against the light-yellow brick of the walls.

  It was the first Friday in May and still a couple of months until ‘flying ants day’, but the big nest in Mrs Andrews’ back garden should keep him busy until then. Jacob rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Things were looking good. He had plenty of small projects to work on and study, as well as his big project, which was nearing the end of nine days of calculations.

  He turned a corner and found himself on Woolaston Road, Milbury’s main street. Walking down the street, he waved at John Baxter, who owned the hardware store on Woolaston Road. Jacob smiled as he remembered that they used to call him Little Johnny in school. He was not so little any more.

  Traffic was backing up in front of the traffic lights, giving Jacob the opportunity to cross the road. As the cars started moving one driver beeped his horn at Jacob. There was too much traffic, as usual.

  Making it to safety on the pavement, Jacob made his way past some of the other shops. He nearly bumped into Raj Gopal, who stepped out of the door of his corner supermarket.

  ‘Morning, Raj,’ Jacob said. ‘Nice day, isn’t it?’

  ‘Morning, Jacob.’ Raj looked up at the blue sky. ‘The weather in York is always nice. Cold and wet sometimes, but always nice.’

  Jacob smiled. He loved Raj’s eternal optimism. ‘Pity that the traffic is backing up again, though.’

  Raj shrugged. ‘Well, how else would people get to work? It doesn’t really bother me.’ He waved an arm down the street. ‘Besides, they’re doing road maintenance in High Woolaston, so it’s bound to be a bit busier in Milbury because of that.’

  ‘You’re right.’ Jacob watched as the traffic slowly crept by. ‘I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else regardless.’ He put his hands in the pockets of his lab coat and wrinkled his brow.

  ‘What’s this?’ He pulled out a package, wrapped in greaseproof paper and taped together with a sticker bearing the name “Posh Nosh Delicatessen”.

  He showed the package to Raj. ‘I almost forgot. It’s the Wensleydale cheese I bought for my mother. It’s her favourite.’ He looked at his watch.

  ‘I’d better be off. I just have enough time left to take this to my mother before I have to be at work.’ He waved a hand and ducked around the corner of Raj’s shop into Mortar Street; this led to Kiln Street, which was lined by small terraced houses. The sun shone off his face and had he been able to, he would have whistled.

  Making his way down Kiln Street, a gap opened up in between the rows of houses. Jacob stopped and looked down the dark and dingy alleyway, his heart suddenly racing. A cloud slowly covered the sun. The change in light made the alleyway look even more like a gaping hole, ready to gobble him up. Jacob looked at his watch again. He swallowed. Only half an hour before he was due at school. He had no choice but to take this shortcut.

  As quick as he could he started walking down the alleyway. The air was damp and cold on his face. He shuddered. Puddles were scattered about, still not having dried up, even after two days of nice weather. Jacob skipped over a large one in an attempt to keep the bottom of his trousers clean. Even though he was fifty-two years old, his mother would still tut-tut if he arrived at her house all splattered in mud.

  He turned a corner. Now he was truly trapped in the alleyway. He looked over his shoulder. No sight of the entrance any more and the exit was also hidden from view. His breathing shallowed. His scalp pricked and sweat started running down his back. He walked even fa
ster, feeling light-headed with the exercise. He really should lose some weight.

  This alleyway was endless. Closed in by six feet high brick walls on either side, the dark red of the bricks was only occasionally broken by a wooden door leading to someone’s back garden. Jacob looked up at the sky. The sun was shining again, but the light didn’t penetrate into the alleyway. Green moss covered the walls and made the cobbled street slippery underfoot. Where was that detestable exit? He should be there by now.

  Suddenly a blackbird flew up from the ground, its tsuu-tsuu-tsuu alarm call startled Jacob. He stopped and stood, hands on knees, trying to catch his breath. He had vowed never to enter an alleyway again. Why did he keep forgetting that?

  He moved on. The end was now in sight. Freedom beckoned. Jacob quickly rounded the corner. His mood lightened as he exited on to Lower Tile Street. The sun shone in his face, dispelling the chill in his bones. His mother’s house was not far away.

  As Jacob made his way along the pavement, a familiar feeling of being watched crept over him. She wasn’t, was she? He turned around to see her studying him from across the street. Emily Norton, the weird niece of his best pal Dave. How was she able to find him every time? With her combat boots, holey black tights, black skirt and T-shirt she was a striking figure in the otherwise quite traditional Milbury. Her bright blue hair, standing on end, and the lots of dark eye make-up made people cross the street as she approached.

  The twenty-three-year old woman smiled when she saw him watching her, one of her pet rats cradled in the crook of her arm. It wasn’t a nice smile. It was a smile as if to let him know she was on to him. Jacob swallowed and quickly walked on. Apparently she had nothing better to do than stare at people. He fought the urge to run.

  He reached his mother’s front door and frantically searched his pockets for the key. Of course, he finally found it in the pocket where he always kept it. His breathing was shallow as he fumbled to open the front door. Her eyes bored into his back, giving him butterfingers. He managed to resist the urge to look over his shoulder again.

  Then the door opened. With a big sigh of relief Jacob stepped inside. What did she want of him?

  A large truck rumbled past on Milbury Road. In a reflex Jacob looked over his shoulder, checking if it wasn’t coming too close. There were far too many trucks using Milbury Road as a short cut. Always had done. He shivered and thought back to that day many years ago, when as a teenager he’d tried to rescue a hedgehog that was crossing the road in front of an oncoming truck. He’d grabbed the hedgehog, while hearing the truck slamming on the breaks as it veered out of the way to avoid hitting him. The Volkswagen Beetle that was parked along the road hadn’t stood a chance. Luckily his parents had been well insured, but he hadn’t been allowed to go outside for two weeks. At least the hedgehog had lived to tell the tale.

  The truck disappeared from sight and Jacob glanced at his watch. Blimey, he was later than expected. He picked up the pace and now walked along as fast as he could. The tails of the lab coat flapped behind him in the breeze. He was late for work.

  It was all Emily’s fault. He’d waited at his mother’s house longer than expected to be certain she had wandered off. He didn’t want to run the risk of bumping into her again today.

  Milbury Green came into sight, across the street from which Milbury Hill climbed steeply towards the sky. A large number of allotment gardens formed a colourful patchwork on the side of the hill. The gardens belonged to the Hoes & Rakes Allotment Society, a close-knit community of gardening enthusiasts, trying to grow as many vegetables as they could.

  Jacob turned a corner and walked up the hill towards Milbury Secondary School. Its grounds covered the east side of the hill. Teenagers hovered about in little clumps, waiting for the lessons to start. None paid any attention to him. Physics never was a popular subject.

  Then he saw her across the playground, talking to Marlee Fairclough. She towered over the young girl, who shrunk away from her. Why was she talking to one of his students? Her bulldog was standing by her side. It bent forward to sniff Marlee’s shoes. How stupid to walk a dog on school grounds.

  Jacob hurried along. He didn’t want Priscilla Spratt to see him. Ever since she came back to York two months ago it seemed like she was keeping an eye on him. Just like when they were little. He shuddered. It wasn’t much fun being locked in the groundsmen’s tool shed for two hours, only to see her sneering face when he was finally released.

  He was halfway across the playground when suddenly Priscilla turned away from Marlee and started walking purposefully towards him. Great Scott! Was there somewhere to hide?

  ‘Jacob! I want a word with you.’ Her voice sliced through the air. Everyone seemed to be looking at them. As usual she was immaculately dressed. A dark grey trouser suit this time. Her reading glasses hung from a gold chain around her neck. Grey hair in a tasteful bob that framed her face. She didn’t care if she was out of place.

  ‘Having fun visiting your old stomping grounds?’ Jacob said without thinking. Priscilla looked down her nose at him, dark eyes flashing.

  ‘I didn’t think you wanted to be reminded of that?’ she said. Jacob felt the urge to swallow, but tried to hide it. Actually he didn’t, but it wasn’t as if he wasn’t reminded of it every time he went to work.

  He sighed. ‘Can I help you with something?’

  ‘I had a talk with Godric,’ Priscilla said. ‘He actually agrees with me that the amount of clutter on your allotment attracts rats, which for obvious reasons is not something we encourage.’

  Jacob arched one eyebrow. We? Priscilla didn’t own an allotment, nor had she any business with Hoes & Rakes.

  ‘Godric will come by and talk to you about the state of your allotment and make arrangements for sorting it out.’ Priscilla jutted her chin, causing her to look even more down her nose at him.

  Jacob spread his hands out in front of him. ‘Listen, Priscilla. I really don’t care what Godric or anyone else thinks about my allotment. It might not be the neatest one, but there are dozens more like that.’ He pushed past her. ‘Just let me be and I might make the society proud by winning the straightest carrot competition this year. Now if you’ll excuse me, my students are waiting for me.’

  The ringing of the school bell prevented Priscilla from answering him, but he could feel her eyes boring into his back. No doubt planning her next attack.

  * * *

  Paddy

  The sun was shining down on us as we sat in our favourite spot on the garden wall, close to the top of the hill. I felt the warmth penetrating my fur. As usual, Vinnie and Pete were bickering about something.

  ‘Give me a nice juicy worm any day,’ Vinnie said, with half a glance at Pete, knowing it would rile him up.

  ‘Oh, worms are nice,’ Pete said. ‘Don’t get me wrong. But the taste of a fat ball is just something else.’ He smacked his lips in anticipation. ‘The fat, in combination with the seeds and sometimes bits of cheese, is something I can look forward to all day.’

  Vinnie smirked. ‘This of course has nothing to do with the fact that fat balls are put out by two-leggeds and don’t require any effort on your account to find them.’

  Pete turned towards Vinnie, his fur standing on end. ‘Are you calling me lazy?’

  ‘Oh, no. Just opportunistic.’ Vinnie winked at me. ‘A rat’s always an opportunist, you know that, Pete.’

  I rolled my eyes. Every day Vinnie would find a way to get Pete riled up. It was his biggest hobby.

  ‘Well, excuse me if I want to make my life a bit easier,’ Pete said. He wandered two feet away from us and sulked.

  ‘Will you stop harassing Pete,’ I said in a whisper. ‘One of these days, he’s going to retaliate.’

  ‘Wouldn’t that be fun?’ Vinnie smoothed out his whiskers. ‘Things have been too quiet on this hill lately.’

  I ignored him. Instead I looked out over the allotments that had been my home since I was a little rat. Things hadn’t been that quiet at
all lately. What was Vinnie talking about?

  It was the middle of the day, and quite a few two-leggeds were strolling along the paths that crossed the allotments, eating sandwiches or fish and chips as they went along. None of them noticed us sitting on the five feet high wall.

  One of them was a young female two-legged who drifted into my field of vision as she sauntered up the hill towards us. She had bright blue hair; something that I have noticed in my years of observing the two-leggeds, is not very common among them.

  ‘Paddy, isn’t this the two-legged with the pet rats?’ Vinnie said. Pete had stopped sulking and the three of us now studied the two-legged as she walked by. She was nibbling at a sandwich.

  Pete sniffed the air. ‘Cheese and tomato.’

  ‘Yes, this is the one with the pet rats,’ I said. ‘I don’t really understand them. Always having to be near a two-legged.’ I shivered.

  ‘Oh, I would love to be a pet rat,’ Pete said. ‘There would always be enough to eat and the food would just be there.’ He stared in the distance with a vague smile, as if he could see it in front of him. ‘No need to go scouring around for it.’

  ‘Are you always thinking about food, Pete?’ Vinnie said.

  ‘Of course. Don’t you?’

  Vinnie shook his head. ‘No, I don’t. There is so much else to think about. For instance, are the two-leggeds going to do anything stupid today? Or even, is it going to rain?’

  ‘Or, is Cecil going to do anything disruptive?’ I said. Pete looked at us and nodded.

  ‘You guys are right. It’s important to know if it’s going to rain, as walking around with wet fur is just horrible.’

  I shook my head at him. ‘You’re incorrigible.’ I jumped off the wall. ‘Let’s go and look for something to eat.’

  We ran downhill along the path and just as we wanted to enter an allotment, there was a commotion coming from further down the hill. We stopped to see a large group of young rats come running up the hill towards us. An older male two-legged ran after them screaming.