Story: Ecosystem
The family home was full of life. Not in the sense of joy or hope or laughter, but in the biological sense. Moths in the cupboards, birds in the chimney, squirrels in the attic walls. They employed a cat to ride herd on the basement’s mice, but otherwise noninterference was practiced. Thus a self-contained ecosystem flourished, foundation to roof. And the humans within lived by the law of the jungle.
[originally posted on Ficlets, where stories have to be VERY short]
