Cornelius leaned against the counter. It was a cold morning, the clouds dark and swollen with thunder and rain. He huffed, sending up a lock of hair. His joints were stiff, so he stretched, but it did no good. He looked around, the cafe void of life save for their usual customers–the man with the broad hat and Sherri’s cat. Continue reading
She hopped off the bus, her pack much lighter now. As such tended to happen when using its supplies or, better yet, when somebody else did so without her permission. Continue reading
His parents had said something about the paperwork messing up. It may have been a missed vaccine, or possibly a human error. In the end, it didn’t quite matter–Liridon was only able to be at school for three days before having to spend his days at home. Continue reading
President Zahina frowned, staring down at the terms.
The alien–no, person, Zahina had to remind herself that it (no, she) was a sentient being as well. Continue reading