#111 of Short Stories
A couch is contemplated.
~ The crow stared intently at the couch, glancing back up to the door frame before another annoyed glare settled down into the stained fabric. She looked over to the hyena, "Steven, how badly do you want this thing at your next place, really?"
~ Captain DeCaro blinked awake slowly to stare out of his bunk as he felt the rhythmic rocking of his ship dropping out of its faster than light travel. A pained glance to the clock indicated it was about halfway through third shift, and a skeleton...
The badger's confidence in his own motorcycle husbandry skills melted a bit more with each shuddering cough of the engine and prickle of the blizzard seeping into his gloves.
By how eagerly the eagle regarded the silhouette of his fiance in the door frame, it was clear that who to love one of the few lessons he'd declined to learn from his parents.