Rhonda Kay
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Animal lover. Writer. Traveler. Instigator.
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Stories (13)
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The Ancients of Sigaleath
Sounds filtered through the darkness, borne on waves of energy that struck Ayebis as oddly familiar, yet impossible to identify. He tensed, choking back his astonishment at being disturbed in this way, at this hour. Or at all, after so many years of quiet.
By Rhonda Kay3 years ago in Fiction
Sorting the After
I’d almost given up hope when the scarlets came. They descended on the Indian almond tree outside my cabina with a cacophony of squawks and screeches, their weight shaking the branches so hard that tiny fruits and yellowing blooms went aflutter. At first I didn’t understand what was happening, so to find out, I moved faster than I’d moved in days. The large windows facing the almond tree hadn’t held my interest since Jamie disappeared but that’s exactly where I went now, staring with breathless wonder at the bright primary colors of feathers peeking out at me from between the leaves.
By Rhonda Kay4 years ago in Fiction
Snake Hospital
Leave it to me to find a wounded snake first thing in the morning, before I've even had a single sip of coffee. True to form, there goes bleary-eyed me, rummaging through a pile of discarded buckets and threadbare tarps trying to uncover the other end of a long, thin tail I saw slithering into the farm's plastic recycle heap.
By Rhonda Kay4 years ago in Petlife
The Bus People
I just came back from a walk in the jungle. More precisely, a walk in the rainforest with a backdrop of cloud forest behind me and a view of two active volcanoes directly ahead. Once home, I boarded a bus, took a hot shower to soothe a few new purraja bites I picked up outside, then settled into my recliner with a cold glass of tamarindo juice and my laptop.
By Rhonda Kay4 years ago in Wander
Under the Pear Tree
The birds always knew. They could sense the way the earth changed even before it blackened and curled, and they stayed away. Today they flew west along the tracks of the old farm road, then sharply north over the ancient hill fort. Impressive, this sudden change of tack, all those hundreds of starlings swooping and swirling like a single plume of living black smoke.
By Rhonda Kay4 years ago in Fiction
