They'd gotten used to it, after a time. After so many years spent shying away from every child on the street — even crossing it if need be — they'd gotten used to it. Sure, the amount they spent on shampoo had gone up since the amount of pup-drool they had to wash out of their tail at the end of the day had skyrocketed, but it was worth it, wasn't it? The skunk had always wanted to work with kids, and now? The dream job was worth it.
Author, Beat Sabreuse, Skunks
- she/her
- makyo.ink/
Recovering techie with an MFA, working on like a kajillion writing projects at once. Check out the Post-Self cycle, Restless Town, A Wildness of the Heart, ally, and a whole lot of others.
Trans/nb, queer, polyam, median, constantly overwhelmed.
Current hyperfixation: SS14
⏳ Slow Hours | 🪔 Beholden
🫴 Hold My Name | ✨ Motes
🌾 Rye | ★ What Right Have I
🌱 Dry Grass | ⚖️ True Name
🌺 May Then My Name
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