A/N: These were all written over the course of a year, with large gaps between some of them. Because of that, some of them will seem similar to others. Most of them are also roughly drabble-length, in the 100-word story sense. They are finished, and I will post them as quickly as possible.
Lion
Allen
There were times when he missed Africa. In winter he missed the heat of Africa. He missed the way that everyone in the village tended to ignore his arm. He missed the boy that played with him. He missed the easy way they talked and played. They had fun when Cross wasn't wearing him into the ground.
They would play games the way he hadn't played with other children. He missed that, especially now. He often wondered what happened to that boy.
He didn't miss the lion that used to chase him through the oasis though. That lion could disappear.