Scurry-ful
Nighttime. And an 8:04 yawn, and a 28-degree whisker-twitch, with warmth wafting from the closed oven, and gourds (yellow, green, and orange) in the middle of the kitchen table (in lieu of once-displayed flowers). And a ladybug crawling, barely...
A Folded Bird
The night, now prematurely born (in a fit of time-changing, legislated scorn), struggled to breathe. Not yet weaned from the drug called 'warmth,' and that drug called 'day.' The drugs that simply couldn't stay. Leaving all in a state of...
Sheltered from the Coming Cold
In the fall, shuttered, sheltered from the coming cold, the old, white farm-house buried in the marigolds, Field listened. Swivel, went his ears. Swivel! Quietly, blankly, he listened to that rain. The rain that relentlessly, ferociously...
No Sloe Gin Tonight
The dryer was tumbling end over end. All the clothes inside, in a great whirl of fabric and color. Unseen to the eye. But heard. And the skyscrapers, outside the windows, stood tall and still. Very still, with their lighted attire. Their signs,...
Waechtersbach
The snowflake-shaped lights, strung from the curtain rods, glowed in their pale, plastic way. And, outside, the land was in a film of snow. It had only fallen last night ... "Waechtersbach," said Field. And he bounced her a tiny bit (the tiniest...
Vespers
"Hey," was the whisper. And a look up. And a returned, "Hey." With that slight, sweet smile. The one that dawned in his eyes ... when she entered a room. When she stirred his air. When she came near. They were both outside, currently. On the...
An Exponential Noon
"Fiber. The bare minimum you should be getting, daily: fourteen grams. Now, realistically, we all need about twenty-five ... okay?" Ross was in class. Nutrition for health (for rodents ... there was a health class for each major 'group' of furs;...
The Anchor Holds
He was in the attic, sifting through things. Almost obsessively. Almost compulsively. Things in boxes, mainly. Or in black, glossy trash bags. Mostly older things, but ... not all of them. Not everything was dust-covered, or had spider-webs on it. ...
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,...
Calin Regaining the Edge Chapter two
Calin: Regaining the Edge. Chapter Two After two days of wandering the savannah Calin neared the larger of the Felin settlements on the FPM colony. As he approached the village he stopped to observe its layout. It was so close to his home...
Daffodil Yellow
"Maybe they're just curious." "Curious," the mouse whispered, letting out a breath. "Or suspicious. Or ... no, it's ... " He went quiet. She was driving. Him in the passenger seat. "Bats are only 1.6 percent of the population, Field. Mice...
Betting on Trains
Field sat by a tall, clear window. Looking out, unblinking, at the not-so-clear day. The fog and the clouds ... that got in the way. And the perimeters of persistent patience were evident in his breathing. The obvious clues of him being an outsider. ...