That's So Us
Summer was in full stride. Barely noon, and the sun, high and mighty, ruled the sky with fiery confidence. A light breeze came from the west, fluffy, white clouds acting as roving islands of shadow (but providing no lasting relief from the...
2.6 - Body Language
Three hours down. Three hours and fifty-five seconds. Three hours and ... ... nineteen to go? At least nineteen hours 'til the tempest passed, with the possibility that it might change speed and direction at any given time (based on the...
In With a Scurry
The rusty-red docking hatch, like a big, round gear (with little glass triangles among the metal, acting like windows), rolled aside. Retreating into the bulkhead with a whir-whir-whir and a clunk. Silence following. The air was comfortable, dim,...
Refraction
They were almost like serene statues in an icy hall. Like remnants of open-aired, Northern poetry (the kind too frozen to feel). How they spoke in hushed, proper tones, and ... " ... you are staring." "Mm?" "You are staring." Ollie...
Long Jump
He found a small, square table in the corner, near the windows, bobtail flicker-flicking as he took a quiet seat. Sorting his silverware and looking around for a moment. Before glancing back down. To his food. He had seen some of the rodents saying...
Empty Nest
"I'm ... I'm having trouble moving," was the soft, squeaky sound. Unmistakably a mouse's tone. Accompanied by static, interspersed with patches of silence. The sound of a voice being piped through a tiny comm-system. "These boots are heavy." A...
No Hiding Place
The sound of a (very) dim neon light. Nothing else ... but his ragged breathing. A small creek of blood ran from an ear ... his ear. Right ear. A sad sniff ... a weak sniff-twitch. His paws and foot-paws ... bound. By a wiry rope that nearly...
Really Here
A shaking. And a crashing, screeching sound, and ... ... the desert mouse tumbled out of bed. Hit the floor. Squeaked! Oh, squeaked and twitched, and tried to sit up. By the whole ship was shaking. What was going on? The room was...
The Desert Mouse
... five years earlier .. The pain was unbelievable. Was sharp. Was hot. Was permeating through ... "Give up, mouzzze ... " ... every nerve in his body. His paws, arms. Oh, pin-pricks. Needles. Fiery needles! " ... mouzze. Mm ......
While We Decompress
"There you are. You sleepy yet?" Adelaide whispered. "Mm?" Standing in the corridor (right outside Ketchy's quarters). The squirrel handed Akira over. "She's been wide-eyed all evening." "No problems?" The bat shifted her daughter in her...
Rivers of Suggestion
Ring-ring-ring ... ding-ding-ding! Field froze in place. Fearing. Raising nose to the air ... sniff-sniffing. Nose and whiskers twitching. Ears went ... swivel-swivel. There was no mistaking that sound. And the rumble in the ground. The call...
The Inner Light
Fork cut into cake. Chilled, layered ... lemon cake. Lemon-velvet, to be exact. And the squirrel, with a piece of cake on the silver, shiny fork ... guided it upward. Assumpta blinked. Eyes crossing (involuntarily) at the confection being held in...