Blue-Eyed
... February 5, 2006 ... After the anthem ... after God Bless America ... after the coin toss (tails won) ... After introduction, after interim. After the hype and the 67,000 ... after flash-bulbs. Fireflies and starlit. In a dome. In...
Fool For You
"Y'don't need all that calcium for yourself," Petra insisted, privately. A little bit stubbornly. " ... well, a rabbit's gotta, you know ... gotta keep his bones healthy." He cleared his throat, his cottontail flicking, flicking behind him. "I...
Homemade, My Sweet
"Classic toffee," Field read, his blue-grey eyes carefully darting over the crinkled, off-white recipe, printed on a page he'd torn from today's newspaper, from the 'Hoosier Living' section in the Indianapolis Star, "is a mixture of, uh ......
The Art of Mingling
" ... lot o' furs here," Rhine breathed, over the rim of her cool, clear glass, which was half-full of alcohol, ice cubes clinking about. "All of 'em thinkin' 'bout the same thing." Her sturdy rudder-tail steered aimlessly behind her, brown-furred and...
Mouse Poems
Author's Note: Something a bit different, I guess. Some story-poems, as it were. Field/Adelaide poems, all of them. Which means, thematically, they're laced with lots of romance/love. But I thought I would share just a few (three) of them. Hope they're...
Apples of My Eye
" ... and your parents aren't home, and I don't wanna leave her with mine, and, uh ... Ketchy's waiting, and I kind of have to go," Adelaide blurted, suddenly handing their restless, squirming daughter over, putting her in the mouse's arms. "Uh,...
The Local Weather
" ... there y'are," was the sighing, little whisper. A sound of relief. The scrappy, brown-furred rat coming out of the shadows, into the half-light in front of the teardrop-shaped window. Here in one of the upper docking pylons, which jutted out...
Your Appetite, Darling
A pot was boiling on medium-high heat. The air was a bit steamy, smelling of melted butter, scattered flour, and sliced, green vegetables (broccoli, mostly; but a bit of celery, too). A bottle of amber-colored virgin olive oil was lying sideways, with...
With Open Arms
They were in the 'repli-mat,' the open eating area on the Promenade, which had tables, chairs. Food processing kiosks. From where they were sitting, they could see the infirmary doors, as well as the lift that led to the science lab. The simulation...
None and Much the Richer
"You're not an officer." "No." "Never seen you ... " A wide, gaping yawn, showing all his teeth. " ... before." He cleared his throat, shaking his rusty-red man. The rest of his fur being a tawny gold. "Mm. An otter, huh? What's it they say...
Stress Fractures
"I thought it didn't rain in the desert," Desmond said, through squinting eyes. His tall, rabbit-like ears drooped over, trying (in vain) to be umbrella-like. His muzzle still got wet, and water droplets still weighed down his whisker tips. His...
Hush
'You gonna come inside?' was the thought-spoken question. More a concern. As she padded, in her bare, pink foot-paws, through the green, uncut grass. It hadn't been cut in two weeks. Dandelions (both feline-yellow and cotton-white) bobbed in the yard,...