renyerokami

 There is a touch of fog settling over London on this busy February morning. Cars rumble along the streets that were once cobblestone, expelling exhaust into the already-clouded air as they pass by. Those travelling without vehicles adorn themselves in coats and scarves and tread briskly between pavements, trying vehemently to get somewhere they’re currently not. I suppose from an outside perspective, I am one of these ambitious walkers. After all, I am dressed as they are and move among them at the streets’ edges. But, of course, I know that I am quite a separate being. For one, I have nowhere in particular to be; I wander with

Finn laid his head on the cement of the cellar floor, closing his eyes in gratitude. Four days over ninety degrees, and the basement was the only bearable place in the whole house. He couldn't imagine what it would be like that night, when the moon rose. Fur. So much damned fur. Lila said she'd never met such a hairy 'wolf. Rolling on his back, he tried to visualize snow. A wide, white field, with fluffy, fat flakes drifting down out of a gray sky. Maybe a little creek running through the middle, crusted over with ice. A girl in a red cloak, walking through knee-deep drifts... Hrm. It was no use; every time he tried to forget about her, the