My wife, Ayu, expresses her feelings for me through her cooking. Unconsciously.
This morning, I’m making a lemon tart. It’s chilly and gray outside, the calendar says spring, but nothing has sprung. So I’m going to…
He found himself behind the house, smoking in the dark, waiting for the possums. They…
Professor Dixon’s had garlic for lunch again, and he likes to stand close. I try not to inhale too much when he talks to me.
“OK, Lily Pad,” said Frog, “this is a library, right?”
“Met a snail today,” said Hydra.
“How did you get on?” asked Yuffie.
by Tom Farr