Ha! “I wasn’t dead. Just hibernating.” I love the juxtaposition of spring and “The Bear,” being out for good behavior that quickly turned bad. Great story!
Fabulous prompt … meeting my daily challenge for a month of 100-worders with this little tale of hibernation:
He’d filled the workshop because she never went there. He hid there but he’d still heard her scoffing at his ‘acorn sculptures’. But it gave him time to himself in the winter months and space to call his in the network of spaces they called home. There was a plenty of nighttime noise but he didn’t really give a hoot. Once the workshop was filled to overflowing, he designated the spare bedroom as a storeroom. But he was piling up trouble. As the secret cupboard burst open she screamed, “Are you nuts? How long will you be hibernating, Mr Squirrel?”
Gorgeous
From your sublime to the ridiculous. Here’s mine.
Wakey Wakey
Sid Barebaum was out early for good behavior from a one-year hitch. “The Bear” had been away since fall.
As flowers bloomed, nephew Aldo picked him up at the gate.
“Home to the fam?”
“Visitors I had. I want to get right back to business.”
“This is awkward, Lenny has kind of taken charge. He said take your time coming back.”
Bear grabbed the pistol he knew would be in the glove box and jammed it into Aldo’s temple.
“Drive me to that rat bastard right now. I wasn’t dead. Just hibernating. But it’s springtime. And I’m hungry. Frickin’ starving.”
Ha! “I wasn’t dead. Just hibernating.” I love the juxtaposition of spring and “The Bear,” being out for good behavior that quickly turned bad. Great story!
Thx and thx for great wintertime topic and beautiful contribution.
Nice use of the prompt, Scott. Excellent malevolence simmering under the surface.
Thx, couldn’t snooze through a great prompt like this
Me neither!
Fabulous prompt … meeting my daily challenge for a month of 100-worders with this little tale of hibernation:
He’d filled the workshop because she never went there. He hid there but he’d still heard her scoffing at his ‘acorn sculptures’. But it gave him time to himself in the winter months and space to call his in the network of spaces they called home. There was a plenty of nighttime noise but he didn’t really give a hoot. Once the workshop was filled to overflowing, he designated the spare bedroom as a storeroom. But he was piling up trouble. As the secret cupboard burst open she screamed, “Are you nuts? How long will you be hibernating, Mr Squirrel?”
Oh my! You never know. If they survive the apocalypse, at least they'll be well-stocked.
Squirrel Survivalists. Definitely a thing!
Love it. “Someday these nuts will be worth a fortune and you’ll thank me “