Gothic Cathedrals
It was November, the Monday before Thanksgiving, and the always-noisy, mechanical hustle-and-bustle of the nature-less city seemed to slow, as if holding its breath in baited anticipation. The skyscrapers going all googly-windowed, as if jabbering with...
Big Springs
PART ONE OF FIVE "I can't believe it," the mouse muttered, standing on tip-toes in front of the window. In his little farm house. "Somebody actually BOUGHT that place." He had a pair of old, black binoculars to his eyes. "Oh, my gosh ... " ...
Attention, Please
"Phase adjuster." Chirkof fished for the tool-kit, which resulted in a few clattering sounds. Finding the phase adjuster. And handing it to Aisling. "Thank you." The chief engineer took the tool and ran the blunt, glowing end over the...
Catching the Outlines
A sigh ... ... and a mew (from the skunk). And a squeak (from the mouse). The patter-pat-pat of water streaming from the shower-head. To their fur. Soaking him (and her), and dripping, swirling to the drain, and ... A few huffs, and ... ...
Beautifully Tethered
A breath taken. Lungs filling, and a heart beating. And mind unfurling (like those morning flowers do). 'I see and smell and hear that You are, indeed, ushering in another day, my Lord,' was the just-waking, mental prayer. Thought up at...
Day Sail
July. The very beginning of July (before independence-hued fireworks). And they were in a modest, little boat. Bobbing. At a float. "So, it's ... I know it's not the North Atlantic sand or anything, but ... " A slow (sighing) glance...
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...
I Surrender All
"Maybe it's a gremlin." Aisling looked up, blinking. Straightening. "Gremlin?" Her white-furred, charcoal-fringed ears waggled, standing to attention. The interiors of her ears delicate and pink. The pika nodded. "You know, a ... like, a...
Hooray For Our Talkeetna
Steam rose. Bubble-bubble-boil. "You don't like turnips, doctor?" "Well, uh ... I, uh ... " A slight sniff. And, clacking her beak a bit, the black-and-white warbler replied, "Not especially, no." She absently smoothed her feathers. ...
Cruel and Pretty
AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This delves into pieces of Adelaide's history ... " ... so, THEN, the insect says, 'That's NOT my antennae'." Adelaide blinked. A pause. "Get it?" Ketchy asked, full of energy. Whiskers twitching, and...
Drifting Anchors
"Sub-Commander. Mm ... Sub-Commander," the squirrel breathed, starting to giggle, "Jinx." She tipped her glass back, sipping more of the snow rabbit alcohol. Mint-flavored stuff, mixed with milk and cream, and tinted a lovely shade of cornflower-blue....
Things That Hop
"Should I alter course?" he wondered, whisker-twitching. Graham considered, standing up. Padding away from his chair. And stopping behind Taylor's chair at the helm. Putting his paws on the chipmunk's shoulders. "Ada, you're sure it's not one of...