She shivered, rubbing her hands together.

She shivered, rubbing her hands together. The snow was falling rapidly, and soon she would have to find a new home. Unconsciously fingering the necklace around her neck, she sighed

a long, heavy sigh. It would be getting dark soon, and with the snow, she could freeze to death. but the snow wasn't even her main concern. Some things were worse than snow.

and immediately craved a pina colada. With a little pink umbrella thingy. Served beachside by a young hot hospitality intern. She closed her eyes, shivering, imagining the sound

of a cosmic gong unstruck, of galaxies undisturbed, the sound of young dark nipples and fleshly incarnation, of histories and evanescenses, sweet kisses and ... "Miss?" asked the

barista, 'you might need to adjust your clothing." She tucked her nipples back in and they squeaked with disappointment. This set her elbow off, grumbling to itself about the price

of tea in China. She corrected her elbow, "Tea in China is so passe we only buy tea from Botswana now." "I thought that was coffee?!" No get back to work on no tea at all." She hit

the teacup out of the poor urchin's hand. It smashed onto the workroom floor. "You'll pay for that teacup," said The Boss, "and it happened to have been a priceless antique!" Tears

in the space-time continuum began to appear where the teacup had broken. Some eldritch Reckoning was coming through to demand payment for what The Boss had just said. Upon The Boss

Sipping his mocha cappuccino the old tree in the centre started to grow again. It was that time of year. The tree spoke Treeish and greeted us accordingly. EarthDay was coming.