A Glorious End

I was walking down to the post boxes by the railroad crossing and nearly reached the final bend of the road when I saw a cat carrying a mouse that was still alive but no longer showing active resistance. A car turned from the motorway and into our private drive, it went over the rails of the crossing: it was David, one of my nearest neighbours, coming back home from his work in Lausanne. David is a sales director selling Porsches. Porsche he was driving too, a Cayenne, I think.

The cat was in the middle of the drive when it realised that it was time to pull aside, just like I did, letting the car pass. The cat looked at the approaching Porsche and carelessly laid the mouse on the asphalt and then in two jumps went into bushes.

David was following the bend of the drive. He was steering the car gently, to let it flow all along the way, it was 300 metres to his house at most.

The right front wheel cracked the mouse’s head.

I picked up several meaningless advertisements and made my way back.

The mouse was lying in the drive. This was a life less ordinary, as they say. Avoiding a banal death by a predator by getting its skull crushed by the wheels of a Porsche Cayenne…

Live a little, die a little too.