Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson
Mousetrap by Kelvin M. Knight
Someone kept leaving flowers. To cheer me up? Fat chance. When I’d finished spraying these boxes silver, perhaps I would smile. Maybe. But once I’d converted the cardboard into metal, I had to connect these huge springs to those sledgehammers and position them above the fists of cheese punched into all my boxes. Then, perhaps then, I could grin. Maybe. I glared at the thumb-sized holes gnawed into the skirting boards. The giant mice here stopped everyone from grinning.
‘You okay, Mickey?’
‘Okay?’ I squeaked. ‘I’ll be okay when they’re all dead!’
Tightlipped, the orderly left me fresh flowers.
Thank you to everyone for joining in this week (04/08/17), and reading / liking / commenting on each other’s stories. You don’t have to be a Friday Fictioneer to read / like / comment on the stories so please don’t be shy, there is a mix of styles and storylines all inspired by the same photo.
Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers so congenially.