Day 37
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.
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