September’s last rays paled as velvet breezes whispered of long nights to come. Cora nestled deeper into a warm hollow at cliff’s edge, ignoring the salt sway of the fjord below.
Carrot Ranch
Cat Calls
Takes You to the Edge
It was rainy. It was dark. It was night.
It was like a bad start to a very bad story. Continue reading
The Journey Back
Norwegian Forest Cat
Peter pulled boots over calves lengthened and strengthened by his transition from boy to youth, and seasoned by grief over his sister’s death. Four years ago she’d been found in the depths of the Dark Wood, her cat pressed against her cold belly, hissing at all who approached. Continue reading
But the People Can’t Wait
The pen is mightier than the sword, but Actions must continue the conversation.
He lay the quill down beside his Manifesto, reaching to close the cap on the near-empty inkwell. Continue reading
Earworm
Credits to Shari Lewis and Lambchop
“I swear, if you sing that one more time, I’ll push you out the hatch myself.”
“Aw lighten up, Schmitty,” Dirk laughed at his co-pilot. “I just can’t wait to get home!” Continue reading
It’s Too Fekkin’ Cold!
The granite was rough and hot under her bare feet. She squatted by the tidal pool, peering at the life teeming beneath her. Continue reading
Valley 