No More Monday Memos
He stuck his snow-white muzzle through the open window of the passenger side of my van, blinked his crystalline blue eyes and hesitated. "You're human," he said. "I don't mean to be." I saw him wince. "I'm sorry; that was rude." "I've already...
The Subject Under Discussion
# The Subject Under Discussion If science ever does figure out how time actually works, I would be willing to wager that it will stem in part from discovering how placing the words "look" and "out" in close proximity seems to have an effect on that...
Collar
Rain can be a blessing or a curse, a pleasure or a penance, usually dependent upon three things: How much of it there is, whether or not you have to venture out in it, and what sort of things happen to you while it's going on. On a day when you can...
The Lion Has Landed
Not many people can say that perhaps the most romantic night of their courtship started out at a dance recital. I hope you'll bear with me, because this tale will take far longer in the telling than in the performance. It's something that I feel I...
Lycans in the Sky
The flight looked to be ordinary and boring, until the werewolves came on board. Two of them, slumped down to avoid hitting their heads on the roof of the cabin, did their best to shuffle down aisles built for slim, ordinary humans, many of whom were...
Expiration Date, Part 1
I can't begin to tell you the number of people who tried to talk me out of marrying him. He's more than twice your age, they said. He's unstable, they said. He's a hack trying to play in the big leagues, one of them said (and it felt so good to tell...
After Hours
**After Hours** Inspired by Flare Starfire Thank you, noble Shire-Ram Jamey contemplated the glass tumbler in front of him, not entirely sober, not entirely drunk, hammered more by depression than by the depressant. The dingo's white-furred paw...
An Offer You Oughtn't Refuse
It was a cool mid-autumn morning when I answered the knock at my door to find a tall, huge, broad-shouldered, solidly-built, cerulean-furred lion filling the entryway, his lavish indigo mane swept back in a jaunty manner. His maroon and gold athletic...
Homecoming
The state highway wove gently through miles and miles of incredible foliage, even for so late in the year. Many trees had lost leaves, but not all, and many of the leaves - yellow, gold, brown, red, purple, orange - were piled up in huge heaps along...
The Punishment, Part 2
The large outdoor mall celebrated the arrival of new spring fruits and vegetables by becoming a virtual farmer's market, with temporary stalls and swiftly erected tents supplementing the shops and buildings long established in this section of town....
The Ambassador
_See how we measure feelings from a distance... See how we measure people into zero... -- October Project, "Be My Hero"_ The footman opened the rear passenger door of the stretch limousine, and I made a particularly graceful exit courtesy of the...
Epilog -- Famous Last Words
That was more than two years ago now. Much has changed since then, and I thought that I should tell you what's happened. Darkstar informs me that this is called "breaking the fourth wall." That's a construct of narrative, he says. Truthfully, my...