I was sure squirrels were scared of people. Until one Grey stood in front of me and put its paw on my shin. I had nothing to give it, not even a crumb. The squirrel stood its ground and in the end I turned back, grateful it was almost spring.
Brian Maycock’s short stories have been published recently by The Drabble and Paragraph Planet. He lives in Scotland.
At some level of her consciousness Margery knows better, but every night at 11:00, she opens the front door a little, just enough for Rafe to nudge himself inside. On rough nights, she leaves the door open and sits on the front steps with a mug full of vodka, waiting.
Susan Sagarin is a retired editor who lives in Maryland, U.S.A.
He told her, “I need you like I need a slap in the face.”
She gasped and slapped him.
“Thank you,” he said, wincing slightly. “I did something weird to my jaw the other day and I think you knocked it back into place.”
Theirs was an atypical love affair.