This is written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. The prompt this week is to write in 99 words (no more, no less) about a mouse. It can be real, imagined, electronic or whiskered. Go where the prompt leads!
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She was a tiny little woman with whiskery gray hair. At times she’d be talking to you and her little pink nose would rapidly twitch. Much like that of a rodent smelling something good to eat. Speaking of eating, sunflower seeds were always nearby but never an empty shell to be seen. Listening to her talk was quite annoying with her squeaky pitchy little voice. There were some days you would feel a swish of wind go briskly past you, only to find out it was Little Mouse. Yes, that’s what we had nicknamed her. It characterized her perfectly.
You squeaked out a fun flash, Susan! I like the “whiskery gray hair.” Clever!
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Thanks so much, Charli!
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This, Your description, reminded me of a great book, the Mouse Women Trilogy, kind of native fairy tales from the Pacific northwest.
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Oh, I’ve never heard of the Mouse Women Trilogy but will have a look for them at my local library.
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Such an apt poem for that squeaky like mouse! And yes, these tiny creatures can be very brisk!!
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Hi Ruchira, Thanks so much!
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