Two hyperactive squirrels chitter-chattered as they scampered around a picnic table.

“I’m disappointed,” one remarked. “Our old homeplace is not at all like I remember it from when we were kits.”

“I agree,” the other replied. “It seemed to be so much taller before it lost its leaves and bark.”

John H. Dromey’s short fiction has been published in Mystery Weekly Magazine and over one-hundred-fifty other venues.