The Rabbit

By Erin Pringle

A man ate a rabbit. The rabbit found that the predator’s stomach was actually a field, full of white and blue flowers. It was the most peaceful field, and many rabbits lay about, stretched on their bellies, letting their ears fall down. The rabbit was suspicious and thought the field must be a trap, like a picnic blanket laden with moist cakes covering dead grass. The rabbit thought the other rabbits must be puppets or lobotomized not to remember why we run from animals that chase us and whose hearts don’t break when they hear the wet sounds of their own mouths on dead flesh. And so the rabbit waited until dark and went through the field killing the rabbits and dragging them to the edge of the man’s throat. Then it lay down in the field and waited for the field to disappear.

Originally published in Big Pulp