In Memoriam

Mini Steve was the best hamster anyone could have ever asked for. He was a Chinese Dwarf Hamster, smaller than the palm of your hand. He was a grey-ish brown with a tiny tail he loved to wrap around your finger. His tiny nose was so cute with it’s tickling whiskers.

He didn’t start off as mine. My mother bought him from PetSmart for my nephew Stephen. We bought a really nice glow-in-the-dark cage for him, complete with a section where you could watch him burrow. When we brought him home, my nephew immediately named him Steve, after himself (as children are apt to do). We added the “Mini” to the name to prevent confusion. Stephen loved him and loved to watch him burrow into his bedding. We all loved to hold him, as he was very sweet and docile. In all of the time we had him, he never bit anyone, only nibbled, and then only if your hand smelled like food.

However, as young children do, Stephen got bored of him. Since I was the only one taking care of him, he came to me. I loved that little guy. My cat Murmur loved to watch him run around but never did more than sniff him. I had my boys.

When I got my female kitten, Junebug, she did a little more than sniff. She kept pawing at him and, at one point, even knocked the cage over. Still, we were a big, happy family.

Mini Steve stayed with me, even after I moved to Florida to be with my fiance. We tried to make a different cage to prevent Junebug from knocking it over, but it didn’t work as intended, so we went back to his old home.

I loved him so much. He always came to the door of the cage when I opened it. His favorite treat was sunflower seeds. He was the best.

One day, about a year after we had moved to Florida, I noticed Mini Steve was very lethargic. He wouldn’t eat or drink, no matter what I tried to give him. We began to look into 24-hour emergency vets but couldn’t find one that was nearby and specialized in small mammals. I ended up going to bed, planning on taking him to our local vet once they opened. However, I could barely sleep and kept crying, worried about my little boy. Finally, at around 6am and still dark out, I got up and got him from his cage. He was cold but breathing. In a desperate move, I put him on a heating pad set to low. Then the gasping began.

Once he started struggling to breathe, I knew it was near the end. I started yelling for my fiance, but right before he came out of the bedroom, Mini Steve took his last breath. My baby boy was gone.

After he passed, I trimmed some of his fur to remember him by. In my devastated state, I accidentally cut off some of his skin. I sobbed as I tried to put it back on. Not that it mattered, really, but it mattered to me.

After we got home from work, we went to my in-law’s house to bury him, as we were living in an apartment at the time and couldn’t bury him there. We tried to make the grave look nice. We put up his spare hamster wheel, which was one of his favorite things, and wrote his name on a terracotta plate. It’s still there, 4 years later. The wheel is almost completely gone and the weather took his name off of the plate, but we still visit him from time to time. No matter what, I will always remember my sweet little boy.


Me and my baby boy.

cats, children, Hamster, Junebug, RIP

“Storm”

It’s been a really long and boring day in the shop where I worked. It was a little store that sold beach-themed trinkets and souvenirs. It wasn’t usually busy so, like every other day, I sat at the register playing on my phone. I wish we were busier than this, but since it wasn’t tourist season, we were lucky to get five sales a day. Today, it’s been only one.

We also were in Florida, so we were used to bad weather. This is why I wasn’t too concerned when the sky was black with rain clouds. I was, however, concerned when a fish flopped onto the sidewalk outside the store. I stared at it in disbelief. Why were fish falling from the sky?

Befuddled, I walked outside to look up at the sky. The clouds were swirling in a way I’ve never seen them do before. A few feet away from where I was standing, another fish fell and began flopping on the ground. I stared at it.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked the air.

I broke my gaze from the fish when I heard ambulance sirens on the main highway across from our parking lot. I watched as an ambulance, firetruck, and two police cars whizzed by. This made me worry that this storm was a bad one.

Curious, I went back inside, which was lucky because it began to pour. I pulled out my phone to check the weather app. When I clocked on the radar, my jaw dropped. The whole area, which this morning had been completely clear, was a bright red. I thought this was impossible. The forecast earlier showed no rain until next week. Now it was showing the entire south covered in one massive severe storm.

“How is this possible” I muttered. After all, it isn’t even this bad during a Category 5 hurricane.

As I stared at the screen, a loud clap of thunder shook the doors of the store. I jumped. There was no way I was staying in the store during a storm like this. I called my boss.

“Meggy, have you seen this weather?” I asked her when she answered. “It’s insane!”

“Oh my gosh, I know! Even my sister in North Carolina says it’s bad there.”

“I saw that on the radar,” I replied. “Do they know what’s causing it?”

“They have no clue. It just appeared out of nowhere. You should probably close the store and go home. It’s getting really winduy outside.”

I sighed in relief. “I was hoping you would say that. Thanks Meg. You stay safe.”

“You too,” she replied.

I hung up and looked out at the torrential downpour outside. I figured it could only get worse, so I hurried to close the store. It only took ten minutes, but it seemed much longer.

By the time I was locking the door, the wind was blowing the rain sideways. I ran to my car as fast as I could and struggled to open the car door.

“Come on, dammit!” I yelled, pulling at the door against the wind. Finally, I managed to get the door open and climbed inside. I was completely soaked from head to foot. I checked my weather app again, and across the top was ten alerts, from a severe thunderstorm warning to a tornado warning. I turned on my radio to the local news station.

“Meteorologists are baffled as to how this storm formed so quickly and covered so much of the southern United States. Meanwhile, in the north, they are experiencing near-freezing temperatures. In October. The western states are experiencing a catastrophic drought, leading to dozens of wildfires. Scientists are struggling to explain these phenomena, let along the similar tragedies around the world.”

I shook my head and began the trek home. I went slow, like every other poor soul trying to drive in this weather. All of a sudden, a fish fell onto the hood of my car, making me scream. I proceeded more slowly, trembling. I couldn’t wait to get home.

The brake lights on the car in front of me came on, and I slowly stopped to avoid hydroplaning into it. After a few seconds, they still hadn’t moved. I saw a police car go slowly past us on the shoulder, lights on. I looked up at the sky and saw a bright light, like the sun.

Finally, I thought. The storm is over.

And then, in an instant, the world ended.

fish, Florida, hurricane, store, storm, weather

The Golden Treasure (A Retelling) by K. Leigh

The many days I spent with Thor by my side were filled with wonder, awe, and above everything else, love. He loved me for my golden hair and I prized it above every other one of my features. What he treasured, I did ten-fold more so. Our loved blossomed and in return, I watched over the harvest and made sure it was plentiful, but there was one watching jealously ever since our wedding day.

Thor went out one morning; I went to the Iving and bathed in the cool water after he left. I made sure to take care and wash my hair thoroughly so it would shine not just in the sunlight, but also in the moonlight when Thor graced his hall again. As I made my way back I felt tired and needed rest. I did not want to fall asleep on the steps of Bilskirnir, but I could not make it inside. I just had time enough to lay my hair about in the sun to dry, before I fell asleep amongst my soft golden curls.

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“I love you a latte”

Most of the time, life as a barista is boring. Yes, we have rushes where things get a little crazy, but even that is boring. It’s always the same. People with fake glasses come in with their laptops, order a fancy drink, and sit for hours “working on their manuscript,” when in reality they’re just browsing Instagram. I have nothing against the hipsters. They tend to tip rather well. They’re just so boring.

It was a hot August day when he walked in. I was making someone named Ginger a soy latte, like she ordered every day at the same time. I glanced up and said “Welcome!”, and then I stopped.

Oh boy, was he beautiful. He was tall, probably somewhere around 6’5”. His hair was a dark blonde and brushed back in a clean, neat way. He looked up from his phone to smile at me, then looked back down. His eyes were a beautiful blue and his smile was dazzling. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I looked at him. He had never been in the store before, so he grabbed my attention. I continued staring until my co-worker Nancy nudged me out of the way to get the soy milk. I shook my head and continued working on the latte.

“Soy latte for Ginger!” I called, placing the drink on the counter. Ginger picked it up and dropped a dollar in the tip jar without even looking at me. I didn’t care because I was focused on the guy.

“Hi,” I said with a huge smile. “What can I get for you?”

He looked back up from his phone and smiled again. “Hi. Can I please get a large mocha latte?”

“Of course!” I plugged the order into the computer. “And what’s the name for the order?”

“Alex.”

“Gotcha.” I typed his name in and wrote his order on his cup. “Should only be a few minutes.”

He thanked me and went to sit down. I began working on his order, glancing at him every few seconds. He was sitting at a table rather close to the door. He pulled out a book and began reading. I squinted to see the title. “Gnomon” by Nick Harkaway. I made a mental note to pick the book up after my shift.

It wasn’t long before I finished his drink. I called “Mocha Latte for Alex.”

When he stood up and came up to the counter, I handed him his latte. Our fingers touched, and I felt warm and fuzzy inside. He put a five-dollar bill into the tip jar and I gave him a smile. He smiled back and turned to go sit back down. I gave a slight sigh and moved on to the next customer. Even though I was helping the other customers, I still kept stealing glances at Alex. He was just so handsome.

Then, a phone rang. I looked around to see whose phone it was, and it was Alex’s. I was currently working on a customer’s order, so I strained my hearing to know what he was saying.

“Yeah, I’m at the coffee shop. Do you want anything? Okay, then I’ll see you when I get home. Love you.”

My heart sank. He had a girlfriend at home. I finished the customer’s drink and called their name. I watched as he marked his place in his book, stood up, and walked out the door.

“There he goes,” I muttered and moved on to the next boring customer.

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