A little short story to help you find appreciation when you are in the dredges at work.
The gates open and blind mice begin running. They lurch forward only to discover they are teathered to their owner’s collars. Chew off their feet and eat through their neighbors, for a chance to play the Master’s game, this rat race we are all playing. They would burn their eyes for a glance of the same prize. […]
I don’t know how I ever got anything posted on such an amazing site for being able to lower my word count; it just boggles the mind because I usually can’t seem to cut out all the incredibly unnecessary words in order to make nice, neat, succinct sentences. 🙂