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Sure, so much space for empty fields beyond the wired…
Sorry, fields? Yes, sure, That’s what I meant. We have those grey mice (that’s what my mother always called them) working the felds. They’re always so quiet and diligent.
There’s one that dropped, once. A girl. I think it was a girl. They were all running back to the trucks. She must have tripped.
The trucks had departed, we found her at the edge of the field. She was so thin in her mouse suit. She had fallen, and she stayed down. There was my uncle and I. We looked at her. She was lying down. She was alsmost shaking. She slowly lifted her head. She looked at us. She had eyes thay were so green, you could have sold them for gems. But once the dazzle of her eyes passed me, I saw that she was but a spectre.
The moment lasted a second, and vanished. But it felt so much longer. I saw that girl like she might have been, like she should have been… Like the spectacular beauty she could one day be, although she probably wouldn’t be. Because her piercing eyes wouldn’t let anyone think of her as just a beauty.
Anyway, I took a step back. Because she felt too impressive to me, even in her condition. So I turned to my uncle, and felt all the muck on my cheek, and heard the detonation. I didn’t dare to look at her. So I just turned away. I saw soldiers running towards us. Fuckers. I had to greet them. How was I going to do that?
[My first attempt at minifiction out of nowhere in a while, not in my language, sorry, I don’t know what prompted me]
Sure, so much space for empty fields beyond the wired…
Sorry, fields? Yes, sure, That’s what I meant. We have those grey mice (that’s what my mother always called them) working the felds. They’re always so quiet and diligent.
There’s one that dropped, once. A girl. I think it was a girl. They were all running back to the trucks. She must have tripped.
The trucks had departed, we found her at the edge of the field. She was so thin in her mouse suit. She had fallen, and she stayed down. There was my uncle and I. We looked at her. She was lying down. She was alsmost shaking. She slowly lifted her head. She looked at us. She had eyes thay were so green, you could have sold them for gems. But once the dazzle of her eyes passed me, I saw that she was but a spectre.
The moment lasted a second, and vanished. But it felt so much longer. I saw that girl like she might have been, like she should have been… Like the spectacular beauty she could one day be, although she probably wouldn’t be. Because her piercing eyes wouldn’t let anyone think of her as just a beauty.
Anyway, I took a step back. Because she felt too impressive to me, even in her condition. So I turned to my uncle, and felt all the muck on my cheek, and heard the detonation. I didn’t dare to look at her. So I just turned away. I saw soldiers running towards us. Fuckers. I had to greet them. How was I going to do that?
[My first attempt at minifiction out of nowhere in a while, not in my language, sorry, I don’t know what prompted me]