A Thief in My Dorm Room

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Hello friends. So far all my posts have been pretty serious, the Mother’s Day post being the only exception. After a long week of tending to my sick dog (she’d had a bad reaction from a heartworm shot) I felt like doing something light-hearted and thought perhaps you might too. Below is a short story I wrote last year, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. P.S. This story really did happen to me.

Apple Thief

Have you ever seen a window screen with a small sliding screen door mounted inside of it? Neither had I until moved into this particular dorm room. This 4″ x 6″ sliding screen door was a great feature that allowed me to feed the friendly squirrels right from the narrow brick ledge outside my dorm room window. It was fun and relaxing to watch them play in the huge old tree that stood sentry over my second-floor corner room.

Squirrel Eating An Apple
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Today’s treat was a Granny Smith apple. The squirrels and I loved them. Thoughts of this sweet, tart, yummy treat kept me from paying attention to my Friday afternoon classes.My mouth watered in anticipation as I sliced up the fruit. After laying their treat on the window

Finally, my week was over and I hurried back to my room. My mouth watered in anticipation as I sliced up the fruit. After laying the squirrels treat on the window ledge, I sat down on my bed to read and enjoy the apples.

The late April day was sunny and warm. The birds sang. The squirrels chattered. Other students’ voices wafted through my open window. Everything was perfect.

After reading only a few pages of my romance novel mother nature called. I laid the bowl of apple slices on my bed, dashed out the door, and ran down the hall.

I returned to my room and pushed open the door. My feet froze. My hand slipped off the door knob. I blinked. The squirrel standing on my bed blinked. I closed my mouth. The squirrel clutched an apple slice its tiny paws.

Now what? How was I going to get this squirrel back outside where he belonged? “Do you think you could go back outside to your tree?” I asked.

The squirrel took a huge bite of apple and chewed. We stared at each other.

“If you go back outside, I’ll give you the rest of the apple slices to eat,” I pleaded. “Please, please, please go outside.” I was getting desperate.

The squirrel seemed quite content.

The squirrel took another bite. Reasoning with him wasn’t working, I was going to have to shoo him outside. I pictured scenes of Wile E. Coyote chasing the Road Runner. Hopefully, this squirrel didn’t have any Acme rockets in his back pocket. I shuffled forward slowly. The squirrel stopped eating and stared at me. I raised my arms and did my best scare crow impression. The apple slice thudded back into the bowl. He looked at the window, then at me, then back at the window.

“Please make this easy on both of us,” I begged. “I don’t want to have an ACME safe drop on my head.”

Trying to make the window seem more attractive I waved my arms. The squirrel bounced over the bed and jumped to the window sill. Glancing back at the crazy woman still waving her arms and stomping her feet, he climbed the screen and dashed through the little door. He looked at me and then leaped into the tree. He turned around and chattered at me.

Relieved, I blew a strand of hair from my face. I crossed the room and laid the apple slices on the window and slid the little door closed. I’d just pulled another apple from the fridge when I heard a strange sound. Did that squirrel just say “Meep, meep” from his branch?

The End

photo credit: James Marvin Phelps via photopin cc
photo credit: James Marvin Phelps via photopin cc

Author: Jillian Pearl

I grew up in the Pacific Northwest. As an adult, I moved to Denver, Colorado and continue to live there with my family. Over the years, I've had a variety of jobs, including lifeguard, OTR truck driver, and mechanical drafter. Currently, I am a caregiver for my mom, a blogger, and a contemporary romance author.

3 thoughts on “A Thief in My Dorm Room”

  1. Excellent short story. I am partial to stories about the interactions between people and wildlife.

      1. There is a story that happened many years ago that you might like to hear about if you haven’t already. There was a group of young people from our church at Veneta, OR that went to a saturday night get together at the Miller’s home. The Thompson kids, Benders, your mom, myself, and several others. I don’t know who suggested the “prank” but someone thought it would a great idea to go on a Snipe Hunt. Ask you mom if she remembers this and what the outcome was.

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