by Eryk Wenziak
The Industrious Mice
The mice danced and sang and drank and used the human fingers as couches.
“Can we regrow these fingers into new hands, and use the new fingers for more couches?” one of them asked.
“Well, not just the hands,” answered another, trying to wedge a larger finger between an end table and reclining sofa. “First we need to create an entirely new human from the fingers we have, and then take their fingers to create another. More humans. More fingers. More couches. And we can keep doing this for as long as we want. The human supply is virtually endless.”
The mice regretted going through all that trouble and, in the beginning, felt bad for those humans sacrificed only for their fingers. But after creating a few dozen of them, that regret vanished. No longer were the heads, eyes, legs and hearts, livers, kidneys, ovaries and testicles of much importance to them.
They even began to enjoy the beautiful remains piled in the corner…
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Appeared in Negative Suck (April 2011).
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Beautiful and gross all at the same time. Like the unusual idea. Congrats on the publication! Fave
Freaky, surreal, and great. That first line really grabbed me.
Oddly compelling. Of course I'm trying to make human sense of this, which explains the "odd" in "oddly." *