(Ross Martin-WANA Commons)
By Donna L Martin
I woke up this morning with the mother of all headaches. Just the act of getting my head off my pillow hurt. Must have been the tequila I had last night to try and blur the memory of Elena. Crawling out of bed, I stumbled into the kitchen for some coffee and that's when I saw him.
He was sprawled in the backyard like the life had been sucker punched right out of him and there was nothing left for him to do but wait to die. Kinda how I felt. Waiting for the coffee to brew, I looked at that little guy and actually started to feel sorry for him. What kind of squirrel drama had he gotten himself into? Some other squirrel stole his secret stash of nuts? Maybe he had lady squirrel trouble? Well it couldn't be as bad as mine. Going out with your best friend's girlfriend was bad enough, but when you find out she's left your name in the suicide note...well, it makes for one ugly mess. Oh what a tangled web we weave as the old saying goes.
I don't know about my squirrel friend, but the clock on the wall told me I was running out of time. Jason was on his way over and there would be hell to pay. Now if we both could just figure out what the heck to do next?
***Okay, it's your turn. What happens next? What does Jason do when he arrives? Why did Elena kill herself? Why is the squirrel just lying around? Put your creative cap on and add or sentence or add a paragraph. Continue my story or start one of your own. Join the fun and see where this picture prompt takes us!***