Rhapsody in blue

On my morning walk through the forest I stumbled upon a little mouse. She was just lying there, a red mark on her throat. Abandoned perhaps by a predator? I picked her up and noticed her soft whiskers were covered in tiny sand grains. Her eyes were withdrawn. I wasn’t sure where to bury her, so I carried her with me for a while until I came across a bush of radiant bluebells glowing in the sunlight between the trees. I buried her there, in the dark soil. An easy place to remember every time I walk by.

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