A squirrel ran down the side of the tree and walked to Taran. “Yes, little one. This is Flint. Alice’s son.”
“You’re the animal man.” The man whose animals kept us trapped inside our fences. Protected from him. I swung my fist at him but he’d already moved, as if he’d known what I’d do.
This is Part 30 of the serial story I’m working on for Lisa McCourt Hollar‘s #55WordChallenge flash fiction challenge. Please, go read all the other entries in the challenge this week.
The entire story, from Part 30 to Part 1, is located here.