Maryjane stared at photos perched on her counter. The dynasty would last

forever. The babies now, were great-grands. They’d carry on for decades; or

until growing became legal. Then, who knew. Maryjane sighed …

The newcomers had to be run off. They’d driven through smoke from 

burning stalks and no death could be attributed. The dead squirrel laid out hadn’t 

scared them off — neither had firing guns in their direction. Nor fireworks, or 

explosions.

It would be stealing their comfort. With a different ploy. The pilots   

were busy. They helped safeguard; helped watch.

It was just a matter of time … 

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Susan Miller
Clinging to the yesterdays, I sit, old now, and tired. But still riding my horse … looking not young and lithe, but more a sack of potatoes being toted faithfully by a horse almost sour in his work. Yet … we keep going. He, walking and grabbing weeds. Me, pretending I’m still young and strong. I dream. I long. And I tell the story of my life through fiction and the occasional poem.
Dead Squirrels

8 thoughts on “Dead Squirrels

  • October 10, 2019 at 12:32 am
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    Hi Susan,
    This sounds like the beginning of a story, and one that could prove to be quite horrific. The dead squirrel sort of throws us off the scent, but I’m sure he was put there for a good reason, even though it seems to have failed. I looked forward to reading more of this. xxx

  • August 13, 2019 at 5:55 pm
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    Hi Susan

    This sounds like the beginning of a horror story. Please correct me if I’m wrong.

    I’m thinking like a doomsday type of thing where squirrels take over the world after the catalyst or something along those lines. Very intriguing write and please bring on some more.

    Willy B

    • August 16, 2019 at 10:13 am
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      Hi there, yes, horrible, but more a crime thing. This is thoughts of a pot grower. Lol! Just fictional of course, but I like getting into the minds of someone like this. Thank you very much for this kind and welcome review! 🙂

  • August 12, 2019 at 5:19 pm
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    Hello Susan

    I enjoyed your little story. It sounds a bit like science fiction to me, but I’m new to writing especially in English so I could be wrong. I have to say I’m sorry about the poor dead squirrel though.

    Looking forward to more of your work.

    Ambot

    • August 16, 2019 at 10:07 am
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      Hi there, and thank you very much for enjoying this story! 🙂 It’s not sci-fi, rather a fictional account of someone who moved into a bad neighborhood and saw something they shouldn’t have. From the criminal’s perspective. I am going to continue this saga too. Thanks again!

  • August 12, 2019 at 3:31 pm
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    Hi Susan

    That is a very vivid little story with its imagery. Quite different, but still very interesting and leaves the reader wondering, hoping that you’ll put on part two.

    Nice work

    PD

    • August 16, 2019 at 9:01 am
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      Thank you so much! This story is about pot growers. And a person who saw something they shouldn’t have. 😀 Hence, all the threats. The dead squirrel is a warning to the outsider. I’m delighted you liked this and sure appreciate your reading it!

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