Crazy (Flash Fiction)

Venessa  looked at herself in the reflection of the dirty mirror, frizzy brown hair in need of a good salon, watery blue eyes, bloodshot from too many sleepless nights and the blotched completion which came from a life too hard and fast.

A crooked smile came to her dry, chapped lips. They say if you think your crazy, your not.

Then what about the talking mice in the walls?

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