Carrot Ranch May 18 Flash Fiction Prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a squirrel.
Jane and the squirrel are both frozen, warily eying each other. She doesn’t dare move, doesn’t want to startle it.
She remembers wanting to feed yard squirrels as a child. “They carry plague,” her mother had fretted. “Don’t get near them.”
Her father had laughed and asked her mother why she didn’t make squirrel pie like his mother had. Mom had snorted. “Where would you go shooting in the Denver metro area?”
Happier times. Safer times.
Jane breaks a piece from her doughnut and slowly holds it out, drops it. The squirrel’s bright gaze drops and it hops forward.