art by Melissa Mead
by Geoffrey C Porter
Jill smiled at me and rubbed her knuckles on my cheek. I smiled. She said, "We should buy mice."
I shook my head back and forth.
"They just cut the price by 20%!" Jill said.
"It'll be fun! We get to watch the mice on the net."
My eyes naturally squinted as I thought of the words. "Yeah, I've seen the brochures conveniently located on the dresser, the mantle, and the kitchen table."
She gave me a raised eyebrow. "A lot of couples who are getting married are doing it."
"I'm not saying I don't want to," I said.
Jill showed off her teeth. I shrugged.
I said, "I just don't know how accurate I believe it is."
"The accuracy has gotten so much better over the last ten years."
"Doesn't it take like six hours to fill out the forms?"
Jill shook her head. "It'll only take one hour."
I caved. She knew I would from the beginning. It was just a matter of time. I said, "Well…. There doesn't seem to be any harm in it. We can afford it…."
"We can do it then? Buy a pair of mice?"
"We have to wait so long for the results. It'll be two or three years before we find out."
"That's not that long in the grand scheme of things. Don't you want to know?"
My eyes started to wander around the room from place to place as I thought about it.
She said, "Can we? Please!"
I nodded. "Yes, let's."
Her eyes lit up the same way they did when I showed her the engagement ring on her finger. "Tonight? Now?"
I closed my eyes and nodded. She kissed me on the lips. We locked up the house and hailed a transport. Soon enough, we were outside Longevity, Inc.