WEDNESDAY WRITERS
Writing Prompt for Wednesday Stories 12/28/16
for this week's prompt. we were given several pictures to choose from, we could use all or some of them as the prompt for our story. I used just two pictures and went slightly over the word count.
THE LOOK
There I was just minding my own
business, happily gnawing away on one of my precious acorns when something
caught my eye. I pretended not to look
and become inconspicuous but I wasn’t blending in very well with the white,
cold snow.
Those humans began stomping all
over the snow making deep holes in the snow making it difficult for me to get
home trying to dodge those snow drifts they made with their heavy booted feet.
I tried not to get involved but
the female of the pair squatted down and looked me straight in the eyes. I managed to stop gnawing for a few seconds
as I tried to out stare her but it wasn’t going to work. She was obviously one of those do-gooder humans
who thought that us squirrels and other wildlife needed their help in these
wintry conditions.
I tried to tell her that we’d
been surviving these wintry conditions for many seasons without the help of
human intervention and sometimes they came too close to us for comfort. We weren’t doing anyone any harm and we’d
organised ourselves well in advance and had a lovely cache of nuts stored and
secreted away for times like these when the food was hard to find naturally.
I heard the couple talking some
gibberish about taking photographs for posterity. Well they probably thought I wouldn’t even
know that word. Little did they know
that squirrels were very well informed about the modern age and technology; we
are quite clever little creatures.
I did really want my five minutes
of fame and struck a pose with what I thought was quite a beguiling look, a
sideways glance while bringing the nut up to my mouth and having a sneaky
taste. I fluffed out my tail so that it
looked tall and proud and waited for them to capture the moment.
There it was. I will now be famous worldwide, such a shame
they don’t actually know my name and I will just be one of many ‘cute animals
in the snow’ pictures that will abound through the airwaves, reaching far and
wide in to people’s homes and maybe even make it in to print on to Christmas
cards. Oh, the commercialisation of our
species is a great debate for another time perhaps.
I was waiting for them to turn
round and go back the way they had come or even carry on past me and forget all
about me when, to my astonishment, the male called to his female. As she turned round to look at him, her face
lit up with such a beautiful smile that I was actually dumbstruck for a moment
or two.
The joy and love on her face is
something that I, as a mere squirrel, will take back to my dray to my own
beloved and try to make her look at me with such love instead of the harried
look she often gives me as she struggles to keep our brood of youngsters
warm. I’ll bring her a handful of nuts
that she can chomp on as she looks after our young kittens.
Word count: 524
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