The word mouse has predictably created two meanings for the word – the computer mouse and the animal. The first usually had a humorous touch and the second – it was pity that was often expressed, both for the scientific medical use that the animal is put through and the general dislike with which this [...]
The word mouse has predictably created two meanings for the word – the computer mouse and the animal. The first usually had a humorous touch and the second – it was pity that was often expressed, both for the scientific medical use that the animal is put through and the general dislike with which this animal is regarded. Some concise, empathetic work.
Please send in your work by Nov 30, 2016 under the title ‘River” to Madhubashini Disanayaka-Ratnayake
100 Words c/o The Sunday Times, No 8, Hunupitiya Cross Road Colombo 2
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Mouse
His hideaway was in the Atuwa, tucked beneath pots, pans and muttering and pottering of kitchen Amme. Effaced by soot, he prayed on food he believed she left him. Thought the world of her. Both making do with scraps, fellows of slender means. A day he chanced on an exceptionally sumptuous meal, rested in his hole, gratified, and was rudely awakened by a mewling emanating from kitchen Amme’s arms. Stunned that she hunted him, knew with dismay she regarded him a pest of pillage. Faith in brethren shattered, he stole away, dreary-hearted, never to be seen in the Atuwa again.
K. Liyanage
Mouse
‘Did she really do it?’ the girls’ flabagasted and worried mom asked. “Yes, yes, aunty, even we couldn’t believe how she plucked-up the nerve to accost those bullies”. They all replied in unison; May be, she got fed-up with the constant ugly teasing day in and day out… or Maybe, she ultimately plucked-up the courage to show them all, who really is the mouse, and who really the roaring lion is!….
Nalini Damayanthi Mahawaduge
Data source
It was the final day of data collection of the research. The last of the blood samples collected were neatly arranged in color coordinated rows on the counter. “So what happens to this batch now?” One lab worker asked the other looking at the locked cages, each with a water bottle and a food tray attached to them. “The same thing that happened to the last batch.” The other answered with a sigh, getting the euthanasia agents ready. One mouse; more observant than the rest quietly sat watching as two humans chatted one another in the corner of a slab.
Shehani Delwatta
Mouse
She was backward – Behind the seenes – Always last to tell her views. She was called, The “Mouse” – But – those were schooldays. Now – After many, many, many years I saw an Award Winning Nominee – On TV. – Achiever of the year – Shyly standing – Short, behind the scenes. I was stunned. It was she – “the mouse”. She had excelled, In helping the downtrodden, The backward, the unknown. And – Someone had noticed! My eyes filled – My head bent in shame. How dare I call anyone – A “Mouse”?
Priscilla Pereira
SORRY MOUSE
Darkness invaded the room Once glittering with hope. To shatter poverty she toiled and toiled burning midnight oil. The visions of molecules Floated in her dreams. Discussions, lectures, tutorials, practicals, like pickpockets took her hours. Even in extreme solitude Burner, beaker, pipette, burette, Drove away her boredom, Now all turned topsy-turvy She mourned softly, death warrant in her hand. Sorry, dear toad and mouse For seizing your lives. Nightmares of snakes like stethoscopes, Strangled her neck in dreams.
Anula Peramune Mahaweli National College of Education, Polgolla.
The Trap
Crazed by the dried fish Surprised by its access Twitching whiskers, Beady eyes bright, Absorbed in a fantasy The mouse approaches.
