Ava ran through her front door gasping for breath. “We’ve got to leave. Now!”
“What?” Peter said, jaw wide. “Are you sure?”
“They’re coming. We don’t have much time!” Tears swam in her eyes. She jumped at a noise outside.
“Okay….” Peter glanced around.
“No!” Ava’s voice trembled. “There’s no time! They’re coming!”
Peter bit back the agony of leaving behind so many memories. “So be it. Stay close behind me.”
They fled their home just as a man and woman rounded the corner, voices raised.
The two mice ran for their lives, away from the homeowners and their nasty traps.
©Laura L. Zimmerman 2017