Fresh Ingredients
In sickbay. "You have a strain of 'water flu' ... " Advent's eyes darted suspiciously. "Water flu?" she echoed. The eye-darting stopped, and she looked directly at him. Her eyes a bit itchy. It was one of the symptoms. And it caused her...
Briskly Ice-Blinded
"Over here!" Smoke was pouring ... from somewhere. Or not smoke. Vapor? Some kind of gas. Coolant leak. And fire. It must be smoke. There was fire. Kody skidded to a halt, kneeling down. "Is he conscious?" "No." The snow rabbit's voice...
Inside, Outside, Clear
AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is part two in a series. Part One was "Driver Introductions" ... It was the next day. It was Sunday. Race day. And Field, with ear-phones on ... his head went from left to right. Following his mate's car...
Sepia-Hued Dangers
"Life-signs?" "None ... I mean, none ... none sentient." Wren nodded. Taking a step forward, eying the viewer. Eying the world on the screen. Oh, it had blues, and it had greens ... and even purples. And it had continents and oceans, and ......
Crackers Don't Matter
A trail of cheddar-cheese crackers. Fish-shaped, orange-colored crackers. Little crackers on the floor ... in the corridors. The bat, curious (and squinting), followed the trail ... ... which had been waiting for her, seemingly, on E-deck....
As Good As Rest
AUTHOR'S NOTE - This is the series finale of "Arctic." The sky was a blanket of slate-grey. No azure-blue today. It looked like snow. Her ears waggled, bare and exposed to the icy-cold 'I can see my breath' air. And he watched her, with...
Cleaning Comes First
Scrub-scrub-scrub. "I take it as an insult." A rag was dunked into a bucket of warm, soapy water. A bit of a splash as the rag was withdrawn and tossed (with a soggy slap-sound) against the wall. His brown-grey tail, all striped with black and...
Five Liters
"You are stalking my engineers." "Mm? What?" Wilco looked up. "No, I'm not." "You are," the male snow rabbit stated, making a bit of a face. He padded forward, tilting his head. "You have been in here for the past eight minutes." "I'm...
Potato Soup
It was January, and the modest kitchen of their Hoosier farmhouse was warm and cozy with the scents of fur and food, post-Christmas memories (they'd taken down the tree this morning), and of a New Year's full-spread, horizon-hung promise (but, then,...
The Local Weather
" ... there y'are," was the sighing, little whisper. A sound of relief. The scrappy, brown-furred rat coming out of the shadows, into the half-light in front of the teardrop-shaped window. Here in one of the upper docking pylons, which jutted out...
Extinguishing Cold Fires
Pyro flashed his paw-beacon to the right. "Anything?" A shake of the head. "We're chasing ghosts." His voice echoed off the rocky walls, and into the dark. They were in a series of caves ... "I don't believe in ghosts," Adelaide...
What I Know
On the top level of the Promenade, with his rain-furred paws on the smooth, matted-grey railing, and his quiet, blue-grey gaze scanning all about, the mouse overlooked the empty shops that dotted the bottom level. Eyes soon skipping to the closed,...