The Demise of Mice

Marin almost asleep in bed.

Stirring, nursing, a sigh of contentment.

From the far end of the basement I hear a snap!

Rustles.

Rodent feet scurrying along the wooden shelves.

Sniffing.

A squeak.

Another snap.

Quiet.

Feet patter upstairs, but there is no more sound in the dark on my level.

Still quiet.

My headlight illuminates my path.

Bare feet walking silent along the cement.

Two grey furry bodies laying still in the pool of my light.

A feeling of sorrow and revulsion stir through me together.

I run upstairs to tell Seth.

My man will clean up the mess from the traps he set.

I love my man.