A blue mouse isn’t individualism: Run

© Marie Gail Stratford

The bins stand still. She has watched too many action movies lat eat night. She kept turning back to look at the bins expecting an escaped prisoner to jump out and run across the room. She stared at her pretty blue mouse. It was soothing although her fingers were cramping up more and more each day. Was this life worth it? Being inter-connected 24/7?

There has to be something more to this life.

Something more exciting and meaningful. A blue mouse just wasn’t cutting it for her in terms of her sense of individualism.

The bin moved, there he was.

Run.