The Rabbit

“I’m going to the compost bin. I’ll be right back,” Blake Jorgenson said to his wife. “Okay. I’m almost done with the tea. We can have a cup on the back patio if you want. It’s a beautiful morning.” He grinned, “Sounds good.” Blake stepped out the back door with his pail of breakfast scraps:

The Pink Motor Scooter and the Light Blue Vespa

Jenny adjusted the chin strap of her pink helmet. She checked the map one last time and put it in the back pocket of her cut off jeans. She checked her watch. It was 3:20 pm. Good. She had enough time to go where she wanted and get back before her parents got home. Then

Blood Work

I watched the blood swirling around in the sink. “My god, there’s a lot of it,” I thought to myself, “Way more than I expected.” I took hold of the bar of soap, lathered my hands and kept washing them, extra vigorously this time, trying to get more of the blood off. The bright red

Friends

Dave was sprawled on the couch watching the evening news when an incoming text beeped. He glanced at it and sighed, “Shit, JT, what the hell?” He set his phone down without looking at the message. “Man, just give me a moment to myself,” he was thinking, “Just let me chill and unwind a bit.”