Of Mice and Guns

The mice thought they had me cornered. They did. But not in the way they hoped. I watched as whiskers twitched and beady eyes squinted; I’d never seen a mouse squint having always kept my distance. They stood there like six-inch tall gods in their genderless, purple uniforms. I hated them, all dapper in their […]

Little Mice

The strangest thing happened this morning. I ran for my morning coffee in the pitch black of predawn. It was and horrible wet. By the time I reached my usual haunt, I was saturated from my socks upwards. But, and here’s the thing, I had the comfort of a warm cafe and lovely coffee to […]