The Mouse

This little 99-word flash fiction is a response to Charli Mills at the Carrot Ranch. Unfortunately, life – and a criminal misallocation of time – sometimes has a tendency to get in the way of the important stuff like reading and writing and that’s what happened this week and I missed yesterday’s deadline. Anyway, I kinda liked the story so I didn’t want to just file it away in the What Do I Do With These folder so I thought I’d post it. Click the links in the first sentence above and go read some of the stories from people who are not only good writers, but better time managers.

The March 7th prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a mouse. It can be real, imagined, electronic or whiskered. Go where the prompt leads!

Tuesday’s Mouse

The mouse was dead.

There are four steps leading to the front door and the mouse was laying on the second. I saw the body when I returned from the store. Greyish brown and wrinkled, highlighted in a spotlight of sun. I thought it was an oak leaf and when I went to sweep it away with my shoe I saw that the stem was a tail.

And then I saw the face. He looked, I don’t know. Calm?

Seeing him made me feel sad; surprisingly, not frightened. It felt odd, that feeling of not having to be scared.

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