Erode had never been very popular. When he was young, he tried his best to breach the repulsion people felt at the sight of him. To little avail. Whoever saw his half eaten body coming, would gather around the children like a mother hen and tell them to keep walking and not to look. And whenever they did so, the inevitable result was further erosion; a little more of his already fragile heart would disappear, eaten up by the hatred of rejection.
I was warned about Erode the moment I moved in. Every single one of my new neighbours called to bid me welcome. Without hesitation each one told me to beware.
“True, he’s a poor devil. But watch out, when they’re like that who knows what will happen; can’t control themselves, can they.”
To be honest this only served to peek my curiosity. So I decided to keep a lookout for Erode that very evening when I went jogging to the park. The result surprised me. Yet, I wasn’t sure. So I said nothing, not yet. So I went out and I observed. And as I observed, the conclusion began to force itself upon me. There was no one Erode. Almost everyone I met, showed signs of erosion trying to reach out yet harvesting only rejection because… Oh yes, there was always a because and there always will be. That’s why Erode is here to stay.