I passed it on the first lap of my nightly walk route.
On the second lap, it’s still there.
Conspicuously still there.
Beyond Bunnydome
While our rabbit, Bear, was still alive I would have dreams of his hutch being destroyed; a falling tree demolishing it during a storm, or a malevolent child from down the street breaking into the back garden and kicking it to pieces in order to get to him. Your common or garden fare, really.
But last night’s dream raised the bar to a whole new level. Or maybe lowered it to more depraved depths. I’m undecided.
Big Windows
I love this time of year, when it’s already dark by seven thirty. My evening walk just isn’t the same during the summer. It’s no fun sweating while you’re just walking. Running, that’s a different story. That’s strenuous exercise. You’re supposed to sweat. But it’s embarrassing to be seen walking with beads of perspiration rolling down your temple. Makes you look, at best, unfit. At worst, insane.
But it’s not just the temperature. It’s the light. The lack of it outside. The abundance of it inside. The misguided confidence that people in fancy houses have in their big windows and the security they think it provides them is just adorable.
A Bloody Mess
“What the f-“
Philip couldn’t get the remainder of what Joanna maintained was his favourite word out. He’d come home early to the secluded cottage they’d moved into during the winter, hoping to surprise her.
Turned out she had been thinking along the same lines.
She wheeled around to look at him, a little lost for words.
Same way he was.
“It’s not what it looks like,” she said.
“That’s good,” he replied. “Because what it looks like is blood. A whole lot of blood. Like you smashed someone who really pissed you off into it with some ungodly, demon power you neglected to tell me about.”
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