Microfiction: “instinct”

Always, instinctively, aware of nearby shelter. Baseboard holes, convenient cracks in plaster just large enough for it to fit. It lacks the capacity to admit. If it could it still would not, so terrifying was the notion. But in the depths of its consciousness, though its legs tensed and were ready to move in reflexive action, it felt the truth of it. The mouse awaits the inevitable cat.


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