Black Beak’s Game

MewMew and Flick scurried across the golden field under an open sky and for a squirrel an open sky means danger. So, when a shadow draped over the ground around MewMew, she became a long flat stone in the tall grass, her tan cloak a dead leaf flapping under the gust of wings. Flick had […]

Making Friends

The first thing I remember is her voice. It gambols between a whisper and a buzz and triggers pictures: wildflowers, starlings, dancing bees. Then light, bright and round above me outlining shapes in its yellow glow: circles, ellipses, arcs, curves, twin prolate ellipsoids, almonds, eyes looking at me, rings the color of acorns set in […]