Today I'm thankful for my imagination. Without it, life wouldn't be worth living.
And along that line, I wrote this drabble after NaNo.Coyote EyesShe crouches in the wicker basket stuck in the thick foliage of the hedge, warily watching through the mouth of her counterfeit cave.
She is Chico, the Misunderstood Coyote, although she looks like a six-year-old girl with freckles and pigtails and a gap in her teeth. She first saw the beleaguered beast on Disney's Wonderful World of Color, although he was only shades of grey on her family's TV. Since that magic night, she's been slinking around the neighborhood, hiding from two-legged adversaries.
Years later she'll become the girl with kaleidoscope eyes, but for now her stare is glowing yellow.