Getting Ready for Church
Field stood in front of the mirror. Tilting his head slightly, and ... squinting a bit, and then taking a step back. His reflection did the same. He took a step forward, tilting his head the other way. And then tugging on his shirt. Plain,...
Trolley Hangover
Saturday night. And the trolley treacherously stalked. The new-wave guard trolley from Sheridan, Kentucky ... now slid down the cobbled streets of Sheridan, Indiana. The pavement. The occasional patch of brick. With a slight, slight click-clack of...
Fireworks in the Trees
Glory, it's a morning! (In the mesh-metal trap I set last night.) Eyes like orange sun-fire, and a heart of hope. Pulsing 'neath the acorns' oaks. I feed it with re-heated, leftover dreams, but it does not bless the taste. Only...
Not Self-Made
"It's the football team." "What about them?" Adelaide asked. She and Field on the blue-colored couch, and Ma in a recliner (though her posture was straight). The panther, both paws on her hot chocolate mug, stared at the carpet for a bit. The...
Some Incandescent Light
squirrels, mice, chipmunks, et cetera. or felines. or something. very few raccoons. no one liked raccoons. they were scavengers. bandits of emotion. of soul. always scheming. at least ... ... spitznagle was. as the general had.
Befriended
The cicadas churr-churred in rising, rising ... crescendo! Falling, falling ... to silence (though brief). To churr-churr again. Outside the window, in the trees. The cicadas lingering, and the birds in their whistling songs, and ... the sun was out....
The Irish Hills
AUTHOR'S NOTE -- Just a character piece ... with my two favorite characters ... "Hardened by my suitcase, tryin' to find a warm place ... to spend the night," sang the soft, midnight voice on the FM radio. Coming out of Fort...
Happy Teeth
AUTHOR'S NOTE -- Yeah, I'm goin' to the dentist tomorrow mornin' ... is what inspired this ... "Sit in the chair." Field swallowed. Whiskers twitching. And carefully did so, and ... " ... lean back," was the instruction. He...
Distress Calls
The squirrel's words coming in ragged, sobbing breaths. "i ... my claw must've ... i must've torn a little hole with my claw," she coughed, sniffling, "in ... in the condom. one of your condoms. i ... was putting it on you so fast.
Riparian
Mice and squirrels had a natural urge to ... burrow. small, dim places made them feel particularly safe. it was in the open ... that they felt more anxious. but ... for the deer and jaguar ... " ... alright," the desert mouse agreed. "two pods.
What Kind of Force
The squirrel's brown, bushy tail flagging a bit in the air behind her. tess, who was also a squirrel (and whose tail was also flagging), nodded. paws still dancing. "yeah ... i think so. i'm ... is there an anomaly to our left? center-left?"
Fresh Ingredients
No, a response would only fuel the squirrel's sense of cheek. no, don't answer. don't answer her. just do your work. audrey chittered with amusement ... as aria freed herself from the teasing. "mm ... i love ya, aria."