for The Honeybee
The mouse crouched at the base of the
rosebush, waiting; gathering courage to run. It poked its head out, then dived
back into the roots as the tall ones, the ones the sparrows called humans,
passed. There were two of them and they stopped by the rosebush for such a long
time the mouse quivered and despaired of ever going home. At last they moved
on. In relief the mouse darted away, but in a moment it tumbled back whacking its
nose with its own tail.
A
monster with glowering eyes and a gaping mouth! – but it was only a motif on
the wall. Half covered by roses, the carving was difficult to be seen. The mouse
righted itself and scurried away, squeaking indignantly. It was no good having
such a creature on the wall. No good at all.
The Honeybee is a new blog I've started for writing prompts. Feel free to head on over and leave a response there.
I really liked how you showed things from a mouse's POV. The part where he gets scared was adorable. I probably would be indignant about that too. Great Job!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the image of that mouse squeaking indignantly. Of all things!
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I love that even though it's short, we get such an idea of the Mouse's personality!
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