October 18, 2009

It was the rabbit that troubled the whole situation. It refused to move, staring at her from its heaving body. Its heart beat so thoroughly its fur rippled.

She would have left then, carrying her slower-beating heart with her, but the rabbit was in her path of egress, and she didn’t want to scare it more than she already had.

It was a long night, quiet as paws. She settled in with her anxiety. She wished the rabbit had been a dog instead.

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