Time for the Friday Fictioneers with another prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
And now something completely different (for me). The title came to my mind right away, the music rings through my head now. The lyrics don’t really fit, but the title does.
And The Mouse Police Never Sleeps
There’s that mouse on your stylish desk: patterned with turquoise chevrons for crying out loud. The sight stops me in my tracks; I stumble over the bottle on the floor and crash-land, shards are cutting through my gloves. There’s blood. What now?
Your executive office has a bathroom… maybe, just maybe—yes, there: bleach, perfect. No eco-cleaner for you, of course not.
I soak the blood stain in bleach, damaging the floor. Who cares?
What’s the time? I gotta run, lose my cleanroom coverall. Disappear.
The door opens. The janitor sees your body on the floor, and my face.
I’m having far too much fun revisiting old music favourites when I search for titles. This one comes from Jethro Tull. Enjoy.
Featured image: “Cleanroom suit” by Steve Jurvetson – http://www.flickr.com/photos/jurvetson/52583513/. Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Commons – https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Cleanroom_suit.jpg#/media/File:Cleanroom_suit.jpg