Thanks to Suzanne (EducationalMentorship.com) for considering my story for inclusion in her burgeoning online literary magazine www.DarkWinterLit.com.
Squiccus hums in low, rhythmic tones and the chipmunk’s breathing slows. With gnarled hands, he pets the disheveled fur down the nape of the creature’s neck; its capture had been—difficult.
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Dave Cline - lost and found 
That ending—still gives me chills!
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The riches can definitely blind us and be a curse.
I have to admit that I felt bad for Squiccus. He was really an intriguing character.
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