Sunday, 9 August 2015

The Game


She was coy but demanding.
‘Sure, I’ll get it for you. I can pluck it any time you want,’ he was confidence personified.
‘You can’t even reach it.’
“Promise to be my mate and you will have it.’
‘I do.’
He smiled at his cleverness.
‘I am waiting,’ she said impatiently.
He too was waiting and he didn’t have to wait long. As the clouds covered the moon, he brought the glass bead that he had hidden in his burrow for such an eventuality.
She was amazed to hold the moon in her little squirrely hands. He had won, again.
*********

10 comments:

  1. Dear Arora,

    Cute story.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    ReplyDelete
  2. thanks Rochelle for stopping by.

    ReplyDelete
  3. So cute. :) Lovely little story!

    ReplyDelete
  4. This is enchanting. I love the characters and the dialogue.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. thanks for stopping by, nice that you liked the dialogue between two squirrels.

      Delete