abstract-mouse

Death knocked on the door came inside without invitation poured herself some tea and asked for a story. He laughed at all the right parts, cried when I cried, asked for more than she received silently demanding. It cried with me and laughed with me sipping their tea and listening she wondered what I didn’t do then told me how idiotic I was. He told me about the children I could have had but didn’t and the falls that lifted me up with the loss of others. The story of how I almost killed a girl when she ran into the street scared her to run into the arms of her father and never ran into the street again. The tale of the man who