I hate to kill you, I'd hate to die, you seem a decent fellow as well
There is at least a small chance, still, that this life is my dream and one day I will wake to find that nothing was lost.
The sunlight through the clear stone was warm. The cub moved the stone side-to-side and watched the light change color. Red, yellow, green, blue, the cub lay on his side and pushed the stone with his paws. As the light turned yellow again, the cub heard something from above. Looking up into the trees around… Continue reading Glass & Gale pt IV