chapter five

Mouse went about her days as mice too often do. She collected things and found beauty where others do not and saw colors and shapes. "Look," she said, pointing at a puddle. The reflection of the puddle was just so that one could see a cloud above them that resembled an ace of spades. "An ace of spades!" said parrot. "But look now," said mouse. The ace of spades had drifted out of sight and one simply saw the blue in the sky and felt the leftover energy of the rain the night before. "Do you like sunny days or rainy days?" asked parrot. "Rainy days are good for some things. Sunny days are good for others. Would you like some chocolate?" They spent the afternoon walking through empty streets and taking small turtle bites out of a chocolate bar. They made eye
their head. Slowly, they made the way back to their flat and watched the rain fall and listened to the snaps of cloudbursts. The chocolate was all gone but the eye contact was not. "It is so warm, next to you," parrot said. They were sitting across the room from one another. "I know."