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...
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.
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,...
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...