Tundra # 15
Portia and Jessica were good friends and they along with Ruthie were as thick as thieves. If you saw one you were almost guaranteed to see the other two. Ruthie was also a stylist at the PB hair salon. I …
Tundra # 14
Three years after Tundra moved in, Portia asked April if she could leave her pet ferret, Maynard, with us for a few months until she could get her living situation straightened out. Portia also worked at the hair salon in …
The Hesitant Rhinoceros
The Rhinoceros snorted through its great dark nostrils and slowly shook its gnarled head this way and that. Its immense tank-like body tense with indecision, the Rhino met the girl’s gaze. She, a mere five feet away, looked into the …
Hell Is What You Hate
I hate washing dishes. And I’ll bet that’s what hell is too, doing whatever it is you hate the most, forever. Probably every time I finished washing a huge countertop of dishes and thought to myself: Well, “that’s” done, now …
Jesus "H" Christ
When I hear someone say, "Jesus H. Christ," I always wonder what the "H" stands for. Probably hippie.
Tundra # 13
The picnic table remained Mushroom’s most revered spot in our yard, so, naturally, it became Tundra’s too. At first, I thought it was just a nice place for them to soak up the sun’s rays, but this wasn’t the case. …
Tundra # 12
In OB, Sam only picked up one new sound that I was aware of. On foggy nights, the foghorns sounded automatically (I’m not sure where they’re located). We were two blocks from the beach, and not until one foggy night …