Lion Head Mesa novella

the dogtag - as always.

he heaved himself up the last step. instead of the unpreceded view of akashingo's claim, it was the blasted god-sun that got in his eyes. 

gucci stepped forth rubbing his face with a paw.

when it lowered, he saw her.

he... wished it was emotions that swelled within him. regret. embarrassment. fear, if he cared.

but no. the neb felt only familiarity. nostalgia. soft like the dust on a prized belonging long gone unused.

he walked to her side.

gucci seated himself on her left. wrapped his tail about his feet.

"... pretty view." he commented after a long quiet.

it tasted dry and stale in his mouth.