Presto - Chapter 10
_It was almost a year before I saw him again_. Fresh tears ran down the wolf's muzzle as he shifted on his rickety wooden throne - king of his castle and all the hundred-and-fifty square feet of bachelor's apartment that he surveyed. Pages and pages of...
Presto - Chapter 14
Arden pushed himself away from his desk, rubbing his cramped paw, and wandered over to the sad, under-counter refrigerator that passed for his sole 'major' appliance. Taking out a bottle of water, he drank deep, too lost in thought to even cry...
Presto - Chapter 8
_All the hidden stuff_. Well, that said everything, didn't it? Arden took another pawful of cereal, dry from the box, munching it as he pondered the progress he had made. Why was this so difficult? Because it had to be perfect? Just like every other...
Presto - Chapter 11
The next weekend, David called Arden. To Arden, that week had seemed as interminable as the previous ten months, but the worry and fear disappeared like a puff of magic smoke the minute he heard the fennec's voice. "Hey Arden." The fox sounded...
Presto - Chapter 6
_If they never know for sure, they can't make judgments_. Arden walked to the window to look out of the box he lived in, and as he had for years, saw nothing but the wall of the building next to his. _A fitting metaphor, no_? All boxed in,...
Presto - Chapter 7
_Perfect little conundrum you laid for yourself, wolf._ Arden berated himself as he turned the desk lamp away from the reflective desktop. It had started to make him feel like one of those suspects in a Pricklee Quillane novel, the hard-boiled...