I Am Not A Cat I am not a cat.I Am Not A Cat by =Aconitum-Napellus
I cannot stretch, inch by inch
(but I try)
until my vertebrae are inverted,
my head tilted to the sky.
I cannot sleep
as if sleeping were my only joy,
or melt my liquid body into
any welcome dint.
I cannot hunt,
eyes wide, silent as air,
and be deadly to mice,
to birds, to flies, as
deadly as a child with solemn intent.
I cannot purr.
Route 66: Under Private Skies-Afterward AfterwardRoute 66: Under Private Skies-Afterward by =Aconitum-Napellus
When sight came, it was as sudden and startling as a biblical revelation. He returned from the lake shivering, clutching Celia in her drenched clothes, staring at everything around him. He found, strangely, that he couldn’t find his way back to the dorms unless he closed his eyes for a moment and thought about the sounds and scents and the feel of the ground beneath his feet. Celia guided him home as much as he guided her.
It took him an hour to realise that this sudden influx of light meant that this was no longer his home. He had no place here any more. The joy that had sparked up in his heart began to settle and mingle wit
Route 66: Under Private Skies - Ch 3 3.Route 66: Under Private Skies - Ch 3 by =Aconitum-Napellus
It was some time before Buz realised that he was shaking. He walked, one hand on Tod’s arm, the other sweeping the cane before him to reassure himself of what was before him, to give him some level of autonomy without Tod having to give him verbal warnings every few minutes. But there was something trapped inside him, some kind of pent up anger or fear, that was making his hands shake as if he were freezing.
He had wanted to hit that man. He had wanted to really lamp into him, to get him on the ground, to pummel his fists into him over and over until he had fallen still. He didn’t think it would have mattered if it had been t
Route 66: Under Private Skies - Ch 2 2.Route 66: Under Private Skies - Ch 2 by =Aconitum-Napellus
The town was a series of noises and sensations that Buz had never truly noticed before. Sure he had heard the swell of music or voices from a radio in a gas station or the chatter of folks in the street – but he had never noticed all the little things. How strongly the gas stank when Tod stopped to fill up. The softer smell of asphalt that had started to warm as midday approached. The little noises of the attendant’s feet shuffling on the gravel-dusted ground and the nozzle clattering against the car, and the sharp difference between a woman’s voice just inside the building and a woman’s voice on the radio nearb
Route 66: Under Private Skies - Ch 1 “For those who loveRoute 66: Under Private Skies - Ch 1 by =Aconitum-Napellus
live under private skies
where stars have mouths
and even stones have eyes.” From Even Stones Have Eyes.
1.
Buz had spent more days than he cared to count in darkness. He had never seen this place that he was now living in. Never seen the faces of the people who taught him and helped him and sheltered him. Never seen the trees that he heard shimmering in the wind or the buildings he used everyday.
The last thing he remembered seeing was a flash of the sky filling his vision, and the sun up there, dazzling his eyes. That was it. He didn’t remember being hit and he didn’t remember falling, altho
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