4. Waiting for the Bus
# Waiting, and a Friend You stand resting against the wall of your apartment complex, seeking the shade a few trees in front provide. It's the early afternoon and the heat of the sun threatens to cook you in your fur. Without even a breeze and that...
What Memories Owe Us
Dawn's light rises like a wave it turns the wheel grave- can you see, do you remember? Taken from a brass cacophony you prevented an elegy with the softest touch, so tender. Now the nights turn to foam drifting back home, back under,...
A Meeting
Thanks for letting me do this, guephren! as a rule, i don't often spend the night at my mother's farm. animals find this strange, but the pressures of parish life tend to get in the way of decent family time.
Tempergris' Shores [AAAA]
"Sir, I will have to ask you to drink your coffee," said the waitress. It was a quiet afternoon at the mostly empty coffee shop. The sky was overcast, the wind was chilly outside and the few open windows allowed it through. In theory -the owner...