The Irish Hills
"field ... " "rainy night," swooned the radio, "in georgia." "field ... " the glow of approaching headlights. and the resulting fade. "rainy night in georgia," the voice whispered. "and i feel like it's a raining.
Five Things
"field ... " he didn't respond. "field, why can't you relax?" he didn't know. "hmm? why can't you ... just play? just be? are you afraid of losing this? of losing me?" field bit his lip. "why are you ... interrogating me?
Happy Teeth
field couldn't even nod. his mouth shaking. until she stopped. "rinse," was her command. field weakly did so. he wanted ... out ... of ... this chair!
Where the Marrow Should Be
"field," she whispered. "just ... rolls off the whispered, weary tongue, yeah? field ... " field just eyed her. she had verve, this fur. had ... boldness. it wasn't just the alcohol. and she eyed him back. with a bit of cheek.
Under the Gun
field gritted his teeth. the door was heavy. it had a big, metal handle.
Watership Down - Blueberry's Tale, Book 2, Chapter 30
"yes, that's what they do, they destroy a field and move onto the next one. it takes a while for man to get a field to re-grow grass again.
Tomorrow on the Runway
The fields were my first sights. my first loves. i would look out at them. they were my oceans. the fields were my beautiful seas, and ... so, the first word i ever spoke was ... field." he giggled so airily, eyes lost in something. innocent.
Apples of My Eye
field just waved a paw, lightly. "doesn't matter. anyway, when she gets upset, she goes ... " " ... sug-ah," went akira. a nod from field. "mm-hmm.
Look Through My Window
field was sitting in the back. world-watching out the window. quiet ... as a mouse. he smiled at that notion. it was so patently perfect. down keystone avenue. field watched.
Day Sail
"i make it a point never to turn down invitations from handsome, yiffy field mouses ... especially when they're so dear to my heart." field beamed brightly, ears flushed. as adelaide clambered aboard.
Sheltered from the Coming Cold
More so, even, when field would pick them up.
Rivers of Suggestion
Into fields. it had been said (and field, for one, believed it), that a fur had been tracked through a corn field. five feet ... tall. had been the corn. and the trolley had mowed it down as if it were grass. as if the trolley itself was a combine.