Hiding around every story of trauma there's a mouse that watches. But not an actual mouse but something that embodies trauma. The mouse doesn't normally want much other than to watch the person's life unfold, maybe intervene if they feel like. Sometimes these people don't know about the mouse on their coat tails but sometimes they do. Varying person to person, the mouse to them could just be a thought or a ghost following them for a minute to a lifetime. Still for all the mouse must be killed or it will just infect its host and lead to an unfortunate end. Kill the mouse's body, the thoughts one lets it inhabit. Trap it, stomp it, burn it to the ground, or whatever works. Just make sure it's dead. Because even though it looks harmess like mice do just like mice it could ruin a life with its plague.
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Random Flash Fiction
RandomHeres some random flash fiction I write because why not. Use if you want as prompts or just read just credit if you do decided to publish. Also warning, I barely edit these so theres bound to be some mistakes.
