On a bed of leaves by the side of the road, the fox licks my ear and growls as the lights of another vehicle come into view. Kicking up dust and showering us with the dead relics of the trees that loom overhead, we lie there catching our breaths as the moon creeps into view… Read more

Halfway across the road and here come the headlights of another vehicle. So big and pretty and fast, they race towards me illuminating the trees either side of my startled, furry frame. My first thought is to keep going, but the closer the lights come, the more they draw me in, and although I know… Read more

With the stars shining above, I’m stood by the side of the road snapping my tail back and forth. For the longest time, it seemed as though I was lost in thought, unable to shake myself from a moment no longer there. But while the moment in question was long since gone, I could still… Read more

With the forest calling her name, she swoops down low enough for the kicking feet of little Herbie to touch the tips of the reaching trees. From within those trees, the lights shimmer and shine. They sing of shapes and colours the likes of which most have never been seen. Amid his panicked thrashing, Herbie… Read more

With her wings spread wide, X spiralled through the air with little Herbie clutched tightly in her claws. In that same air carried the beat of distant drums that acted as a heartbeat for the coming night. The music of elsewhere, it called to her in the same way it called to him, and as the… Read more

The buildings belonging to the towns and cities on the horizon are so small, and the light they exude barely reaches the eyes of little Herbie at all as he takes a peek from behind his trembling paws. He’s certain that he’ll fall; that X will let go of him sending him hurtling to his… Read more

As a gust of wind blows them both across the sky, Herbie looks down at the forest far beneath his little, kicking feet. Shaking his head, he covered his eyes with his paws and let out a squeak. The squeak couldn’t be heard, but it made him feel somewhat better, and as the beads of… Read more

As he closed his eyes, she placed her lips on his, and through the open window, their orbs slipped away as their bodies continued to embrace in the surrogate womb that was the bathtub. In an hour or so the water would turn cold, and they’d wake shivering before wrapping themselves in towels and diving… Read more

The steam rises from the bathtub. It licks the air like the searching tongue of a snake as he rests his chin atop her bony, delicate skull. She’s singing. The words he can’t quite make out for sure, but to her, there’s meaning in every syllable. It’s not important if the language is real or… Read more

Running her a bath, he loses himself in the steam rising to touch his face. In the other room, she’s stood on her heels gazing through the window at the same time as smoking one of his cigarettes. The smoke ripples in the air, first above her head then down to her hips where it… Read more