The Mouse

He stood staring at the toilet a little while longer. It held memories. When he had been a child, he had accidentally flushed down his pet mouse. He had cried endlessly that day, all alone in the bathroom, staring at the already old and cracked white toilet seat, but the mouse had stayed gone. At the end of the day, when his parents came home from work, he told his mother that he had let the mouse go – he hadn’t wanted to admit and his mother believed him.

Then, years later, when the house was his and his alone, he had planted flowers inside, still remembering how the mouse had been helplessly flushed to his doom. It had been like that until his nephew had scrunched up his nose at the sight and decided to throw it out, once and for all. He had been signed off as a crazy old man, so he had no say in the matter.

A van suddenly stopped by his side and two men jumped out. They grabbed the old stuff that was lying around, including the toilet and tossed it inside, before vanishing again around the curb. A tear rolled down the old man’s face before he went back inside.

© 2016

Friday Fictioneers, 25 March 2016

Photo provided by Ted Strutz

10 responses to “The Mouse”

  1. Aw, it’s most definitely an interesting object (the toilet) to hold affection for. But it is wrong and very sad when people don’t give elderly people a say because they just assume they can’t make them. Because they have difficulty, doesn’t mean they shouldn’t have choices and free will. Great one Felicia.

    1. I agree – it’s an odd place to plant flowers, too. I’m sure it’s frustrating for elderly people as well that younger ones try to organise their lives by throwing out pieces of furniture that they believe is unnecessary, just because they have no memories connected to them.

      1. Yeah, I for sure know it is. My Grandma moved into a senior’s apartment this year, it was difficult for her letting go of certain things. On the same note, I was watching an episode of ‘Hoarders’ yesterday and this 93 year-old Great Grandma had hoarding issues. It’s difficult because she needed or get rid of 95% of he stuff in her house. But when you are going through stuff so quickly it’s hard to say what really has special meaning for Great Grandma. Plus, she’s 93 and it’s pretty hard to make her do anything at that point. Thanks

  2. Such a sad story, on several levels, well written.

  3. The mouse grave is gone! That old man was very faithful to his pet mouse, all his life. I can understand the nephew too, that toilet must have been ancient. Touching story.

    1. Yeah, the nephew had his reasons for throwing out the toilet (which by now must have been slightly… disgusting) too, but for the old man it must have been hard to separate from such a memory.

  4. Well done. I spent some time doing home health nursing for elderly clients. I can relate to the old man. Memories of what was are often stronger than the reality of what is.

    1. I agree – especially if the memory comes from a time when he was still only a boy.

  5. Good story.
    Th guys coming to dispose of the toilet was a really neat way to end it.

    1. Thanks! Well, someone’s gotta take that toilet away from the old man before he puts it back into his house all on his own! 😉

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