A Mouse Run for Life
Squinting my eyes, I watch the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lie on the ground bleeding and injured.
I’m quite a mouse these days. I get heebie jeebies at the very sight of this bird. But I wasn’t always like that. In fact, as a kid I had no idea what a vulture is…till one bad day a big bird swooped down from nowhere and simply swooshed my mom away by her tail. I didn’t get to see my mom after that day.
I barely manage without her. See. Today I got myself badly injured. It hurts. And there sits the demon, looking at me as if about to pounce on me. I must save myself.
Ever since my mom’s experience, dad kept me informed about enemies, “Son, vultures are dangerous. They love dead bodies. So beware! But if you’re alive and kicking, they may spare you”
Before I could finish, my dad had replied, “Mom was half-dead. But she could have saved herself by somehow finding power to run. That vulture wouldn’t have bothered about her”
Yes!! That’s what will save me now. Wake up man! You can do it!!
And I did it. I jumped up, ran fast till I found a hole and vanished into the earth. Today I am alive.
© 2015 Alka Girdhar
Written for: Mondays Finish the Story – a flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara Beacham.