Begin to Mend
"no, you don't," she whispered. "i do. i'm an avid reader." "no ... no, you're afraid of sleeping," she whispered, knowingly. and she swallowed, licking her lips.
Not Self-Made
"you're getting crumbs," adelaide whispered, "all over ... " "i'm not!" he whispered back. "i wouldn't think so," ma said, still watching the two love-furs. "but ... perhaps.
Big Springs
And whispered, "i love you ... " "love you, too," she whispered back (into the fur of his cheek). and she breathed through her nose. and just leaned there. "thank you," field said (after a moment). a swallow.
While We Decompress
"yes," was the squirrel's whisper. "i take it, then, that you miss home?" "yes." still at a whisper. a pained whisper. "why?" the snow leopard was confused. "assumpta," said juneau, taking a breath. sounding tired.
Five Things
And he took a shaky breath, and he nodded, whispering, "and i'm ... grateful. so very ... grateful," he whispered. "it's not a chore," she whispered gently, giving a warm, reassuring smile. putting a paw on his cheek. "it's a pleasure."
Keeping Awake
The mouse, still whispering, explaining, "they're orange with a chocolate ...wafer. for autumn." "why are you whispering?" field paused. "um ... i don't know," he said, and he turned. smiled. a shy, innocent smile. bright as yellow.
Day Sail
He whispered. hearing a croaking sound. but not a frog. not a toad. "great blue heron," he whispered. and, reaching to the floor of their little, rocking boat, he scooped up his daughter. sat her on his lap. "see?"
The Non-Insurgency
whispered ollie, quaking, latched to arianna. "arctic foxes," she whispered, with a strong sense of ... darkness ... in her voice. "i have pre-recorded this message to accompany this program.
Damage
"yes, but ... " "you've been in my head before," the white-furred mouse whispered. a sigh. and a nod. "alright," the bat whispered.
Raspberry Iced Tea
I was wondering," he whispered hopefully, "if you'd heard it, too. that maybe," he whispered, arm around her side, around her back. clutching at the fur on her back.
Waiting for Thunder
"but you can't make them all," kempton whispered, "go away. all the hurts." "no ... " " ... and when that happens?" "when that happens, i ... try not to hold it against myself. sometimes, a body just ... gives up," she whispers.
Your Appetite, Darling
"on the contrary," was the whispered response. whispered right into his ear. "when ... when the sun never sets ... you cannot be scared by the dark," she breathed. "our love, like the midnight sun, never sets.