by Mary E. Lowd
An excerpt from Queen Hazel and Beloved Beverly. If you’d prefer, you can return Part I or skip ahead.
Beverly stared at the raccoon — the talking raccoon — trying to figure out if this was a dream. She’d had very life-like dreams before. Usually, they were about finding her calico cat who’d gone missing a few years ago, or else all of her teeth crumbled inside her mouth, while she tried valiantly to keep them from falling out. Those two dreams had happened to her so many times she’d learned to recognize she was dreaming if Patches came home, and she tried to simply enjoy it until she woke up. Same thing if her teeth started crumbling, except less happy… she simply had to wait it out, and when she woke up, her teeth would be fine. Continue reading “Queen Hazel and Beloved Beverly – Part II”





