
Short Fiction

Griefbunny
The jackrabbit crawled through a rip in the screen door the night Mandy left us, and six months after Dad died. It was a tiny, evil–looking thing, with ash–gray fur, yellow eyes, and missing its tail besides.
A bit emo. Too dark. Woke stuff. Vulgar.
A bit emo. Too dark. Woke stuff. Vulgar.