Save the Squirrels


“I know that you don’t think that it is important, but I do.”

“I’m not making fun of you, Sarah. I love that you are passionate.”

“Then grab a brush. If we don’t get to the park by noon, there’s no way any of my signs will make the news.”

“Just how do you know that, dear?”

“Watch the telly… BBC is sending out a reporter for the daily.”

“They say it’s going to be thousands there. How are they going to pick one of your signs?”

“I want to have a hand in changing the world… but I think all things should start at home.”

“So… squirrels???”

“The park wardens are caging the lovelies. I know it looks humane… but they never tell you where they are being released…Or IF they are being released.”

Why are these squirrels so precious to you?

Our first date… picnic… in Hyde Park? Little critters were all over the place… watching us watch each other.

Tears were streaming down Sarah’s face.

Instantly I grab a brush. “I think that if we make the squirrels larger on the posters, the signs will be much bolder.”

Stoically, I wipe a tear from my left eye.


Written for Sunday Photo Fictioneers. Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a 200 word flash fiction story.

12 thoughts on “Save the Squirrels

  1. Aw, this is cute. Well written as well. I like how much the girl cares about the squirrels in reference to her relationship. What a caring boyfriend to support her and to shed a tear. She is right, you have to start somewhere.

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