Day 209

All At Different Times


I found a minimum of 3 mummified mice mixed in with porcelain dolls in boxes at the former 'Big House'. Their skin and fur was still stretched over their bones, but nothing else was left. They were hollow. Their still-sharp incisors stuck out of their dried, curled lips; their tales were bent in erect, brittle curves jutting out of the fur behind their tiny femurs.

Their fur was still as soft as ever, however. I picked them up, rubbed them on the webbing between my fingers, and felt them on my cheek just above where my stubble grows. The dust on them made me sneeze a few times.