First published in Fable online.  Read it here.


His eyes opened at the sound of the bells, his first moments filled with the smell of the dew-laden grasses. A new day. /And for a while he lay still and listened to the birds, their melody akin to a sonata he’d once known. But how he’d made this connection he could not say. Most of his past remained hidden in the recesses of his mind.

He blinked and looked up at the sky and tried to clear his mind. He had routines to follow, people to meet, and some to avoid. Yet the ground was soft and he was tempted to linger. Then Mickey licked his face with glee, and he stood and stretched and looked around at what he now called home…..