“…Something other than Harm,” part 3 of 3
It was during this time that the cat, true to form, began to impart some more of his lessons. The first of which came to me in a near-rabid memory […]
It was during this time that the cat, true to form, began to impart some more of his lessons. The first of which came to me in a near-rabid memory […]
…I have never given a cat a pill before, so I was more than a little relieved to see that the dosage of these things was small: half of one, […]
About a month ago, immediately after the final phase of some home repairs, the cat caught a cold. It wasn’t anything major, the occasional raspy breathing spell, a rare, “old […]
It’s the thing about perception and standards of beauty that I wanna talk about. Quickly, my view is enough to make you hate me: It’s there for a reason. Necessary, […]
Sometimes I would see her in the early morning. It was like she’d appear out of the mist that rose with the sun. I loved that about her, you could […]
“You seem pretty angry today. Or is it impatient?” she began. She had found me in my room, where I can always be found, sitting on the bed with the […]
I met my future wife in a grocery store. I know that’s not terribly exciting, but sometimes, that’s the way it goes. She was in the pharmacy area, just looking […]
An early dawn awoke the sleeping woman. She stirred from her bed of skins and furs and rose, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. She made to the cave-mouth, […]
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
Karen DeMers Dowdall