Flash Fiction Friday: Pr-hog-nosticate

“Will you just come out, Philip?” Hazel crosses her arms with a huff.

“No.” His voice is squeaky. “I’m too afraid.”

“We’ve been through this. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” She sinks to her knees so she can see him eye-to-eye.

“What if I see it?” His voice trembles but she sees movement from inside the doorway.

“You probably won’t. But even if you do, is it really such a big deal?”

A small furry face pops into view, whiskers twitching. “You sure it’s okay?”

“Just get out here, Phil.”

He steps from his home. Morning sun warms his back and creates a shadow.

“Ack! I told you I’d see it!” He jumps back into his hiding place.

Hazel slumps. “Sorry, buddy. Looks like I won’t be seeing you for another six weeks. Happy Groundhog Day, Punxsutawney Phil.”

**Author’s note: I wrote 2 versions of this story and waited to hear the real prediction. Check below to see the alternate ending!

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