The Devious One; Do You Know Him?

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

One of the first days of Indian summer, take a stroll. Dressed for the uncertainty of day she left the realm of safety. Was it, “Safe” she muttered, snickering in a smug sort of way as she pulled the door shut.

The sound of a door closing she knew well. That numbing sound of swish, suck, click and then, silence. Her hand lingered on the knob and for a second the thought of reentering crossed her mind. “Come on, this warmth won’t last forever.”

With no real destination, her feet she gave free reign and began to amble. Not ten feet from the door the fallen leaves engulfed her, so thick now, it resembled walking in mud. That beautiful blanket of color had turned the amble to a trudge.

A “sigh,” escaped and recalled the 120 bags she collected this time last year. “I love you to death but you are a pain in my side,” she voiced to the mighty oaks. Just as a breeze blew past; it was as if the trees waved, then a chill.

”I feel it too,” she said brushing away the chill of the premonition. Something devious lurked near by.  To the rear a rustle, a scurry and then silence. She turned slowly, as if expecting some monster from the outside world, a ground squirrel.

Wide-eyed, tail twitching, holding the remnants of her flower it stared back. “Relentless you are, go ahead it’s dead anyway,” as if the little creature understood. But the haunting chill lingered; it was in the air.

Goose bumps grew on the back of her neck. Senses escalate to defcon ten and her psychic ability gave her knowledge. The devious one, it was here.

Statuesque, trying to discern from where this devious one could be, she stood. No breeze did blow; stillness filled the air. No rustling, no scurrying, a silent vacuum broken only by the beating of her heart.

The devious one saw silence as an omen and chuckled in the stillness of the air. It felt supreme in the snipers stance, and now attacked its statuesque prey.

The devious one grabbed the mighty oak and shook with all its might. The mighty oak it shivered and like rocks from heaven, with vigor and rhythm the acorns flew.

Her statuesque pose was broken and for the door she had to run. The leaves only weighted her down, slowed movement of escape. The rocks of the mighty oak hurt but the door was in reach.

There are two things about my walk that just really ticked me off. First, you have the ground squirrels snickering because they have my permission to eat the dead flowers and that devious one.

That devious small, gray, fuzzy tailed, pompous Kentucky squirrel. He is trying to reopen a safety deposit box in my flowerbed and I won’t let him. He in turn throws acorns at me.

I need to buy some corn so I can rake my leaves in safety.

Peace…..



17 comments:

Karen Walker said, 

Lovely writing, jules. made me smile.
karen

November 9, 2010 at 9:38 AM  
The Golden Eagle said, 

I hope the Kentucky squirrel stops trying to use your flowerbed!

November 9, 2010 at 9:44 AM  
Aleta said, 

I love how you turn the experience into a story. I was caught up in it! Absolutely enjoyed! :)

November 9, 2010 at 10:06 AM  
Roland D. Yeomans said, 

I think the Devious One has relatives in the sprawling back of my bayou apartment complex! Great job.

And thanks for the very gracious comment you left on my blog today, Jules.

November 9, 2010 at 10:18 AM  
Ann said, 

Lovely story Jules...drew me right in.

November 9, 2010 at 12:25 PM  
Carolyn Abiad said, 

I had a Devious One at my old house...ate two Costco-sized bags of crocuses (after I'd planted them) and just laughed at the cayenne pepper I sprinkled on to deter him. Maybe he likes it better spicy?

November 9, 2010 at 3:09 PM  
welcome to my world of poetry said, 

Wonderful writing Jules, most enjoyable to read.Though I must admit I love the squirrels that come into our garden.

Take care.
Yvonne.

November 9, 2010 at 4:12 PM  
THE OLD GEEZER said, 

I added myself to follow your blog. You are more than welcome to visit mine and become a follower if you want to.

God Bless You :-)

~Ron

November 9, 2010 at 5:47 PM  
Velvet Over Steel said, 

Wow, Jules, I loved this! I had no idea where this was going at first. Yes, I'd get some corn before racking next time! LOL

More wonderful & creative writing!!
Love it!

Have a wonderful evening!
Hugs,
Coreen

November 9, 2010 at 6:50 PM  
Alex J. Cavanaugh said, 

Ever watched the movie Open Season? Those squirrels are wiley!!

November 9, 2010 at 7:29 PM  
OJ Gonzalez-Cazares said, 

oh you kept me wondering and on the edge of my chair!! That squirrel could've been a character in the Pink Panter (the cartoon, not the movie), along with a termite, an alarm clock or a chainsaw! - chuckles- ;)

November 9, 2010 at 8:44 PM  
Clarissa Draper said, 

That is so cool. I never saw it coming of course it's a weaselly little squirrel.

CD

November 9, 2010 at 9:14 PM  
L'Aussie said, 

I love this type of descriptive writing. I know nothing about squirrels seeing as I come from Oz. Beautiful, emotive piece..:)

November 10, 2010 at 6:00 AM  
floweringmama said, 

Beautifully done!

Fortunately, I do not have any of the devious one's relatives in my yard.

November 10, 2010 at 11:40 AM  
Paula said, 

Hi Jules, I am back home and truly loved this squirrel story. Last year wheen staying in Florida with my husband to be to figure whether I would maybe like it in the uSA we had our share on squirrel stories ourselves... the worst: squirrel attacked my Skip. here the link:
http://pumpkin4u.blogspot.com/2009/03/paula-i-found-this-sign-in-town.html

November 11, 2010 at 4:01 AM  
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