Pink Rabbit.
By Len Morgan
A beer
bottle missed my head by inches smashing on the path behind me. Something
shattered in front of me spraying shards that hit my calf and fanned
out before me. I felt a sharp pain, "Ugh! You cow
Jenny." A three-foot floppy-eared pink rabbit hit me square in the
chest and my hands grabbed it instinctively. The front door slammed as I
retreated to the front gate. I could hear her clomping up the stairs. It
sounded like mayhem, glass breaking cupboards slamming. The window flew
open and the corner of a suitcase peeked over the windowsill.
"No!" I yelled as all my clothes and worldly goods flew in the wind.
"Sod
off Brad!" she yelled.
"This is all your fault!" I yelled at the pink
rabbit. He just grinned back at me, as I read the label ~ 'To Allison,
love Brad'.
"Jeanette.
Be reasonable. I can explain..."
Just a flash fiction in lieu of a poem...
ReplyDeleteI think this is a great piece of flash. I particularly liked the rabbit!
ReplyDeleteServes you right you two-timing rascal and don't ring me again!
ReplyDeleteAllison
yeah, yeah!
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