Micro Monday: "Gathering"
The mouse’s mate needed sustenance for the difficult days just ahead. Were it just him, he could let the hunger go on for a while longer, but for his mate’s well-being, and that of their soon-to-arrive, he had no choice but to venture forth in search of food--a crumb of bread, a kernel of corn, a speck of cake, anything the humans might have left behind.
His nose sniffed the air and his whiskers flicked, but flicked just a bit too much. The sudden motion caught the feline’s vision, leading it to pounce. All went to black.