...and then they led her back to her cell. Her eyes burned; her skin itched. Yellow pus oozed out of a hastily sewn incision on her abdomen. As they locked the door behind her and crawled off, she thought she heard them say, "Don't worry. Their brains are so tiny, they can't feel any pain."
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13 comments:
oh my...yeah, not cool abusing animals...probaly testing the latest breast implant material...or make up
Excellent piece! Love it, all of it!
Ha! Loved how the 55 almost picks up mid-story. Smooth lead into a rather harrowing scene, and with the script-flip of mice doing the insulting. Awesome, LolaMOUSE... unique microfiction!
powerful and thought provoking!
that whole guinea pig process bothers the hell out of me...
That kind of thinking drives me up the wall. It's just wrong.
Seems a little 1984 with the heads in rat cages. I like it.
Building Castles on the Beach
Always easy to discount the pain you don't feel yourself. Well said, lm.
:( wow, you don't pull any punches with this one!
vivid and haunting.
well done.
A visual and graphic piece ~ well done !
Ooo.... That made me really uncomfortable.
OMG what an image - great flash fiction piece!
short and powerful. well done.
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