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The red pearl
I understood about the mouse. I hadn’t
thought it through, just wanted a pet. On the way home he escaped in a shop. The grocer caught him, brought him back then Mum was mad. When Dad came home he was furious. You’d think I’d single handedly reintroduced the Black Plague. I answered back, got a slap. It ended at the chopping block, tomahawk in one hand, mouse in the other and Dad standing over, making me do it myself. I felt the warm brown shaking then it was done. One body, one head one perfect red pearl at the nostril.
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