Curiosity Killed
Mar 3rd, 2016 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The house-bricks were as red as the little squirrel which inhabited the tree just outside.
Ciaran was glad he was able to watch the little fellow scamper about, and even left treats on the window ledge…when it had been left open.
Those big frames were too heavy for him to handle and he’d been forbidden to try: they were treacherous when it came to crushing fingers.
He’d heard in school that the American Grey Squirrels were causing the reds to die out. Mum was angry-ironing. He cocked his head and risked a question.
“Mum–?”
The blow rattled his eyes.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
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