Charli’s latest Carrot Ranch prompt is thus
May 18, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a squirrel. It can be about a squirrel, for a squirrel or by a squirrel. Think nutty, naturalistic, dinner or ironic. Go where the prompt leads and don’t forget to twirl with imagination.
We have grey squirrels in abundance. In London they aren’t really pests, if you ignore the bird feeder robbery. And they are cute which rescues them for the fate of most rodents.
Since we’ve lived here we have had two dogs. The current incumbent can’t be doing with them and ignores them but his predecessor, Blitz had an instant and visceral need to chase any squirrel that crossed his vision. Only once did he catch one and that was an accident as the squirrel back tracked and Blitz, caught out by the manoeuvre fell over and promptly sat on the squirrel. Whether it was surprise or shock he shot to his feet and stared at the flattened target. The squirrel stared back, shook itself and ran for the nearest tree. Blitz let it go; personally I think B was embarrassed to catch the prey with such an unexpected manoeuvre. It was like a golfer accidentally moving the ball; B had to call the move against himself.
In the end a squirrel did for B; he turned so sharply on some sticky grass that he ruptured something in his knee. He had several anaesthetics while they worked on him and while he did recover I wonder if the impact of the drugs was a trigger for the heart problem that eventually took him?
And Mary’s daughter Penny is out and about with her dog, Peter.
Nature, red in tooth and claw.
Penny let Peter off his lead. The dog sniffed then became still. Seconds later he was sprinting after a squirrel. Penny watched, heart in mouth, as the dog caught and shook its prey while Penny ran, desperate to stop the horror show. By the time she arrived it was limp in the dog’s jaws.
Later as she recounted the story to her mother she asked, ‘Why?’
‘But it’s not like he needs the food.’
Mary thought back to the moment she heard of her father’s affair. Maybe we are destined to be let down by those we love.