Track and Field: Part 24 - Fix You
Arthur _"Papa?"_ _"........."_ _"Papaaaaaa?"_ _"................."_ _I feel his little paws atop my chest, the warmth of his tiny fingers blooming on the spot right over my heart as he shakes me; his sharp claws yank on my fur and pinch the...
Track and Field: Part 23 - I Will Wait
Sasha This chick... "Kelly? How do you know us again?" I asked, trying to keep pace with the ermine. "Lee," she simply said. "How do you know Lee?" "Ren-Fair." "Ren-what?" I heard Red panting. I kept forgetting he couldn't keep up with us. I'd...
Strangers After All: Part VII
Benji told us we were free to spend the night, but both Deacon and I knew we'd been in his hair for too long. We were on a break from school, but we were pretty sure that he had to go to work the next day. The goodbye wasn't as sorrowful as I would...
Strangers After All: Part III
Eventually I ran out of energy and tears, although I was still hiccuping tiny sobs every few minutes. It felt like every ounce of fluid within my body had been squeezed out of my eyes. I could hardly stand to keep them open, feeling as though they'd...
Strangers After All: part VIII
I couldn't remember the last time I felt so warm. There was the blanket, which I guess Deacon draped over us at some point in the night, but there was the comfort of him too. He was something that I wished I'd found sooner, and I never wanted to loose...
Strangers After All: Part II
Deacon and I didn't really speak much as we made our way to this Italian place he was so keen for. In all honesty we wouldn't have been able to if we had wanted. The crowd was so thick on the sidewalk that we pretty much had to slice our own way...
Strangers After All: Part VI
All I managed to do after Deacon scurried away with my shirt plastered to his face was this: 1.) Smile like a moron. 2.) Collapse onto Benji's bed. 3.) Laugh uncontrollably, in utter bliss, for five minutes straight. I couldn't keep the joy I was...
A Father's Love: Part I
"Colby Randall Crow," I said sternly, my eyes fixed on his mop of auburn hair as he stared at the ground, "Look at me, son." He didn't budge. His legs hardly reached the ground as he sat alone bunched up on a park bench, his arms crossed and his chin...