Angel O'Death.
I attacked the squirrel, and for what he turned me in to, i would have gladly gone in for the kill. maybe the result would have been the same, but i know unchainable would have had me put to death.
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...
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
The grey squirrel asked. her name was daisy, and she was one of the squirrel representatives. she was only twenty-four, but her silver, slate-colored fur made her, at first glance, appear older. or, as she liked to say, 'more mature.' "mm?"
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...
The Local Weather
The squirrel and porcupine wheeling in the food. "don't everyone grab at it," prancer warned, her bushy tail flagging about. "nin'll quill all those whose paws wander." "aw, but we're hungry!" desmond mewed.
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...
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
The cinnamon-furred squirrel paused, smiling. and turned her head. "except vacuum often." her bushy, luxurious tail flagged about, and her whiskers twitched. "funny," the porcupine whispered, smiling lightly. "so funny." "is that sarcasm?"
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,...
All Aflame
The cinnamon-furred squirrel, snapping shut a prepared med-kit, looked over to him. their eyes met from across the room. "you'll be careful, won't you?" "you'll be seeing me again real soon," was nin's promise. gaze washing over his wife.
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...