March 1, 2010

• It’s Raining Mice

  

  “No, Minnie, no!” Mickey screamed, but it was too late. Her foot slipped over the edge of the bridge, and a split second later the rest of her body tumbled down. Mickey watched in horror as it fell, limp as a leaf in the wind, before the sickening impact upon the water below.
   

  From this distance, the surface was like concrete. Mickey knew there was no way Minnie could have survived the fall. Despondent, and racked with guilt, Mickey turned back to the street behind him.
   

  “Why?!” he demanded from the assembled crowd. “Why does this amuse you, so?! We are not some play thing of the gods! You cannot continue to amuse your selves with our follies and misfortunes! Your day will come. All ye who watch our lives from the safe sanctity of your own comfort will come to rue the day you imagined my suffering!”
   

  And with that, Mickey flung himself forward and off the bridge after Minnie.
   

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