100-Word Fiction: ‘Text Message’

Yesterday had ended in thunderstorms but now it was hot again – the sky grey and full with moisture. At the bottom of the stairs was a dead rat. The doctor scarcely noticed it as he passed by on his way to work. He walked briskly, nodding to the man from the council who was picking up litter and the tiny hunched lady who had been to the station to collect her free morning paper. He had no time for meaningless headlines. In his pocket his phone vibrated.

I am not well, said the message. I have caught it too xxx