The crunching of gravel underfoot was interrupted by a shrieking squirrel. Standing together in silence, they watched the rustling bushes through falling leaves.
“What is it Daddy?”
The rustling stopped and they moved closer.
“I don’t know” he replied, looking at the squirrel’s bloody remains, “but something tells me, we don’t want to find out.”
I wrote this story for the weekly 55 word challenge at Jezri’s Nightmares … and it won! What better way to celebrate my 100th post!?