Raffy’s Tail
I don’t know when I cruised past my snapping point but I sit here now knowing instinctively that I have. What ever happens after today, I will never bounce back to the same shape again. The signature of who I am has been irreversibly modified. In a science fiction story this modification could have been for the best. I could have been given some super human properties; like no need for sleep, or the strength of ten tigers. As it is I have none of these - the creator’s hand has well and truly had to scrape the bottom of the barrel of superpowers.
How did it happen? In comparison to other super heroes it was the most innocuous of triggers. Nothing like the majestic tale of Spider-man, who was created through a freak incident involving a radioactive spider biting Peter Parkers hand. In my case there was no biological freak-ness (I think) that went to causing my unfortunate change. In short, I was changed forever by mixing up a cocktail of seemingly normal things, yet brewing a recipe for disaster. Who would have thought that drinking coffee, vodka and seeking help from Open University peers could have resulted in the creation of a modern day Frankenstein? Me.
But what is this superpower I hear you cry…? I turn to my dog, Raffy, and for some reason know what he is thinking. He barks, and I know what he is saying. I have somehow gained the power to be able to understand dogs.
This my friends is not normal, it shocks me to my very core. It is bad enough that I can somehow communicate with dogs, but being able to understand Raffy is an even greater shock. For Raffy is a german shepherd and I cannot even speak German.
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