Wally at Three

Molly feeds the squirrels at the park every day at three. They gather around her bench and scamper after the breadcrumbs she tosses their way. 

A grey squirrel hops up beside her. 

“Good afternoon, Wally. How’s my favorite little squirrel doing today?” 

The squirrel chirps. She gives him a crumb.

One day, Molly doesn’t come to the park.

A few days later, a man sits on the bench.

“Mama sure did love it here,” he whispers, wiping his eyes. 

A grey squirrel hops up beside him.

“Well, hello little fellow,” says the man. “Did you know Molly?”

The squirrel chirps.

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100-word micro-fiction, a drabble