The humans have been forcing pills down me for a long time. It must be years now. Jasper never came over to volunteer for the torture instead of me. He always stood out of the way and watched. Until the…
Day: March 20, 2009
Friday Flash Fiction: “Arcana”
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?And miss it each night and day?I know I’m not wrong; the feeling’s getting strongerThe longer I stay away.Miss them moss-covered vines, the tall sugar pinesWhere mockingbirds used to sing.And I’d…