The midnight hour drew closer shadows lengthening on the walls.
The woman slept soundly having saved a life today, she almost hit a squirrel on the road. Little did she know that she had condemned that little squirrel to a far worse fate. For it was the way of their people to run across the street when they came of age. If they were hit then they suffered a honorable death but if the car swerved they were then shunned by their tribe with only two options: Be killed as a failure or kill the person that stole their honor.
As the woman lay, unknowing, a squirrel climbed in through her open window and made toward her sleeping form.
It wasn't until days later that her body was discovered, eyes gouged out by tiny claws.
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The Lonesome Rock and other Poems and Shorts
Thơ caWhat does a lonely rock think as it sits all alone? What does the last dandelion do as it waits to be devoured? What happened in the house on the hill?
