whose solitary soul could make an eden of that dim lake

POSTED: Sat May 23, 2020 11:13 am

The lake was placid today, gentle waves rippling against the shore only with the cool wind. Smiling, Calhoun turned into the breeze and let it caress his whiskers. It was soothing; it reminded him that the world could return to normal after the frightening tremors that wracked the land.

(A small part of him was still frightened, recalling Resurrection’s tales of earthquakes and pestilences and famines. Was the end drawing near?

It was a lot for a child to consider.)

A duck with several babies in tow paddled out on the lake, and Calhoun sat down to watch them with the opposing interests of a curious boy, but a coyote boy too. He licked his lips, imagining that the ducklings would make a good snack. He had used a lot of stored energy shooting up tall and broad; gone was the puppy fat that had kept him content through his wintry childhood. If anything, he was a little thin. His parents and pack made certain he wouldn't starve, but a household with four adolescents went through a lot of food.

Licking his lips again, he lowered his head and stared at the cute, snack-sized ducks longingly.
the graveyard's full, we're running out of earth
but we can use the bones to build another church
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