The Rabbit

The rabbit is on alert. Nose flicking, eyes darting. Waiting. She was raised that way, to be hypervigilant, to trust nothing. She knows if the fox catches her, it'll be because she wasn't witty enough to evade it. She hops to the edge of the tall weeds. The mat of vibrant grass shimmers with beads... Continue Reading →

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