Mouse 21 Days

As if the bullet was a key in a lock, the gray skies opened and a quiet, lovely snow shower filtered down. The flakes decorated the hair of the six mourners like glistening knit caps.

Eve turned her face to be bathed in the fresh flakes. “Twenty-one.”

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