It smells dead. The room has the scent of a mouse that fell between the walls during the remodel. It’s gone from a stench to a scent: I guess that means it’s getting better? Even on a Saturday, I hear the workers pounding boards above me; dislodging more mice to stink within the drywall. With one piece of toast, one egg, and warm mint tea, I begin my day with a mouse carcass behind my breakfast nook.
I read an article about future Martian colonies, and how it will take 1,000 years to cultivate the planet only to have the median equatorial temperature being 40 degrees. As I smell the mouse and sip tea, deep down within the article I read the Earth is dying (in small print, mind you). They say that life on Mars will be self-limiting:
Korliss Sewer enjoys writing about off-beat topics while watching off-beat people doing off-beat things.
Publishing credits include: BlazeVOX, SubtleTea, Orange Room Review, amongst a few others.