‘Please it's only a rabbit,’ Dali said, resigned to her irrational reaction.
‘Oh no, no.’
He saw Lucy’s body go rigid, her neck reddening, and eyes flickering in fear.
What the hell could a rabbit do, he thought.
Her first rapes were always to the sounds of Run Rabbit Run.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.