Troy liked sunshine, he didn’t like sunny streets. Especially not uptown, where the glass skyscrapers caught the light, funnelled it down between them and turned the fashionable pedestrian walks into ovens. The crowded pedestrian walks. White tiled and well moneyed, a place where sunglasses were worn like religious icons and a wallet linked to thousands of New Dollars of credit was kept close to the heart.
Troy didn’t have any of that. He had a headache, and a kink in his tail, and bulky shoes that made his toes sweat. The sun was cutting into his naked mouse’s tail, too, felt like sunburn. But that other thing he had, Jennifer’s arm linked with his, made it all worth it. His black fur, her sandy yellow. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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