Every Creature is a Miracle

by Tom Swift

He stopped. Right after the squirrel slid by — under? — my tires, he paused. There, in the middle of the road, immediately beneath my mirror. In my mind’s eye, he looked back at me. That’s right. For one second in an image that has lasted the rest of the day he sat there, he paused. I’m OK. You’re in the clear. Whew! Then he was off to the other side of the road. As I let go of the break and went off to work.