Fur Stories

Sonja stepped outside the lodge and took a lungful of cold mountain air. Behind her, the party raged on, seemingly oblivious to her absence. The haze of pot smoke inside was bothering her. It made her feel a bit dopey, even though she had never touched a joint herself. Or the spiked desserts, for that matter. The noise was an irritant, too, leaving her hearing dull and a ringing in her ears. Zipping up her coat, Sonja wal...

Nearly twenty years of aging appeared on Samantha’s seventeen-year-old face and her blonde hair was turning gray, but she was oblivious. The only thing on her mind was how much Lori was a good friend sticking with her when her two other, shallow, scaredy-cat friends and classmates were screaming and backing away. Then again, Lori being the quiet girl didn’t have many friends anyway, so where would she go? So, Lori remaine...

My body was tense with anticipation as I watched TV and tried to ignore the beautiful fur rug in front of the fireplace. It was Friday night and I was doing my regular gig as babysitter for the children of Jack and Chrissie Tanner, who lived across the street from us. At seventeen, I was probably a bit old for babysitting, but it gave me a bit of extra pocket change and the Tanners were good friends of my family. The Tann...