A Staggering Rat of Heartbreaking Something or Other "I musta made a wrong toin at Al-buh-KOY-kee"
Very quietly, very very unobtrusively, I slunk up the steps of the elementary school that day I led that class in synaesthetic portraiture.
Rat looked left and right and extracted the camera from her frock-coat.
(Wearing black always keeps things low-key. Trust me on this.) Your Rat was nothing but a shadow.
There’s a sign on the front door of the school. When I saw it, I knew this was the place for me. I just knew.

