Squirrels

 

He knew most of the squirrels.

You’d think they all look pretty much the same, but there are slight differences if you pay attention.

After his retirement, he’d been told to get a hobby, so this was it.

Squirrel watching.

There was one with a sparse tail, one that was strangely morbidly obese, and the young ones all had their own personalities.

Then, there was the black one.

It stayed off by itself, and it looked like its eyes glinted red, but they couldn’t.

Could they?

He felt uneasy when he saw it, and almost more uneasy when he couldn’t.