I know it’s a trap, but the prize is just too tempting.
As I creep toward the horrible apparatus, I pace myself. I will not let anticipation make me careless. This task I have must be precise, because as surely as success would mean my dreams come true, failure brings only death.
Careful, then. Careful.
There is, I tell myself, no need to worry. Worry only causes my hands to tremble. Slowly, carefully remove my prize from the pedestal and….
“Another damn mouse. Seriously, if I catch one more of these things in here I’m complaining to the landlord.”
Friday, February 26, 2010
Labels: 100 words, Adventure, Drabble, Short story
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