TITLE: Of Mice And Little Girls
GENRE: Young Adult
I wake to darkness.
Light from the cage
Draws me close.
Surround the mother
A baby emerges
Pink and hairless.
Eager paws whisk it off.
Hungry mouths feed.
The cycle repeats.
It’s better to think they’re not alive. Dead babies. No. Not even dead and not babies. They’re just pink things emerging from the fat mouse lying propped up on her back. Little pink, non-breathing, non-moving, non-living things. I couldn’t watch if they were alive and being eaten.
I glance behind me. The light fades into the depths of the room. Darkness blurs the outlines of my sleeping cousins. Just lumps lying on the floor. Little blanket covered lumps. They slept through me getting up, walking over them. Maybe they did sleep through their father coming to me in the middle of the night, touching me, sticking his finger inside me and telling me I’m a good girl. Maybe. Or maybe they’re really good at pretending.
More little pink things come. Life and death in one brightly lit cage; in less than one minute.
But I go on living. And dying – one tiny piece at a time.