Friends and Acquaintances
The mountains on the horizon towered above the valley like guards to the sky. Sandy looked at them with awe. She'd never seen mountains up close like this before. They were so big. The largest thing she'd seen was the Manhattan skyline back when she was a pup in New York, before the incident that had bought her to the USAF dog training centre in Washington State. She'd always looked up at those buildings from Central Park in wonder that something so big could exist. She'd wondered if humans had built the biggest things on the earth, and if they controlled the sky too.
The latter question had been answered for her the previous night when that poor handler had been thrown out of the plane. Humans didn't control the sky anymore than a dog controlled its fleas. And as Sandy looked up at the huge mountains, the former question was answered too as the formations loomed with early morning shadows and a pink glow from the rising sun.
The trio scrambled up a snowy hillside and looked out beyond
Dexter never thought he'd be able to sleep again. He felt his eyes get heavy, but he fought it, but the more he tried to fight it the more he felt sleep catching up with him, and eventually his body gave in. It wasn't a good sleep though.
He dreamt he was a pup again, locked in that cupboard, crying for someone to let him out. He screamed and screamed but no one came, and in that black abyss, he began to feel like he was dying. Then, the door opened. He shielded his eyes from the light as it did so, his vision struggling to adjust from pitch black to bright white. For that is what greeted him on the other side of the door, an endless blinding snowy landscape.
He tentatively ventured out of his prison and walked from one abyss to another, from black to white, from dark to light. But instead of feeling free, he felt more alone than when he'd been in the cupboard. At least in the cupboard he'd had its walls for comfort, here he had nothing but snow in every direction.
Then a voice called
Aftermath and Undertow
Am I dead? That was the question Dexter asked himself after everything went quiet. Then again, he thought, I can feel, I can think, I can smell…not a lot, but I can smell something! And he could feel too, and the pain of his head flooded his body and he began to feel dizzy. He lay down, in the dark, and whined.
Dexter had never been as scared as he was now, not in his life. He remembered once when he was a pup, before being adopted by the Air force, when his owners locked him in a cupboard for eating something he shouldn't have. He remembered the dark, the cramp, the silence, and the fear. As hard as he tried to think of something else, he couldn't, and like every time since that day, whenever he was in the dark, the fear he'd felt then was all that he could think about. He tried his best not to, but Dexter couldn't help but cry.
He soon realised that he was still in his cage, although it appeared to be covered with something. He felt around until he found the door and laughed, it was
A Cold Flight
Some creatures were not meant to fly. However some humans came along and decided to make a flying machine, and the revolution was here. Few areas on the surface of the planet were inaccessible anymore; and mostly anywhere could be reached with the right flying machine. Desert, mountains, oceans, and snowy wastelands…
It was over one of these snowy wastelands, more precisely The Yukon Territories, that one particular flying machine travelled through one of the worst storms on record in those parts. Few people lived up there anymore, and those that did were inside sheltering from the blizzard that battered the USAF C130 transport as it struggled in the high crosswinds. They were headed for the scientists at the remote research base at Prudhoe Bay in Northern Alaska, studying the effects of the oil drilling there on the environment.
'We there yet?' Rocky asked Dexter for about the seventeenth time since they took off.
Dexter looked across at Rocky and sighed. 'We'll get there when we get