Icarus's blog: "Hope- by any other name."

I sat there drawing circles in the sand.
Circles, and waves, wave after wave
crashing and breaking against the walls of antlike soldiers.
I didn't notice until much later that I had left a message, a map, an outcry for the mouse I shared a house with.

The main trouble is the smell, I'd give him all the rice and cheese he could carry if he were just a bit cleaner, just a bit more respectful.

Perhaps then we could be friends, and have civil chats while I sip my thin, watery tea.

I would call him Gwakio, if he wasn't inclined to tell me his name.

Then he could join me on these doddering afternoons, perhaps write a chapter of this battle with me.
Watch the sun retreat, and the trees gossip.
As a million stars arrive nonchalantly to spectate our epic.

Would you like that Gwakio?

I'll bring the leftovers, if you would indulge me in a palm tickle and some company.