That Day
Photo prompt © Marie Gail Stratford
The mouse looked around; everything
was spic and span and at its own place. The mouse was pleased with itself; it
had finally ensured that all things were as organized as it had dreamt of.
Men had for generations reveled in
chaos. But the mouse knew that eventually men will fail themselves. That day it
would enforce its will, brutally.
Bit by bit men had begun to depend on
the mouse. Bit by bit they surrendered their will. A day came when for
everything men wished to do they ‘waited’ on the mouse.
That day the mouse enforced its will.
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A post for Friday Fictioneers on a
photo prompt.
Dear Arora,
ReplyDeleteMen waiting on the mouse. Well we are semi dependent on them, aren't we?
Shalom,
Rochelle
thanks Rochelle
Deletecreative take.....:)
ReplyDeletethanks sunaina
DeleteScared now. Glance at mouse-master sideways. Fun story.
ReplyDeletethanks GaH
DeleteTrue. We are dependent on mouse to organise us. Problem happens when there are more than one mouse.
ReplyDeletethanks abhijit
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