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Murder! Baleful Farts! Circle of Life!

Coming home from a walk about a week ago, I saw a fat rabbit on the path beside our garage. “You don’t want to set up house here,” I told it. “This is the home of an ace rabbit killer.”

The animal waddled into our backyard, anyway.

Last night, Nikkie was moping and groaning, and her belly was distended. I grabbed my flashlight and went outside.

Finding a severed head in the dark is disturbing, even if it is from an out of shape and quite possibly suicidal rabbit. I did not take a picture of it, but I really, really wanted to.

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