I don’t think I could live alone again

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

Day five of this week’s challenge! One more day to go. The tale begins here.
‘I don’t think I could live alone again.’

The owner of the high voice was unlike any creature Miriam had come across. A giant mouse with pink eyes and long, finger-like claws stood among bits of paper and coloured cardboard littering the shed floor. Garbage overflowed from a large green basket which she was sure once housed boxes of fertiliser and plant food. A mouse and...