I Saw Her Leave Two Children at the Gate

toes. She had fallen silent. Kids do that after too much adult noise.

“Can I hold Pickles?” I asked.

She handed him over this time without checking Liam first.

The rabbit was older than the children. Brown once, maybe, though now mostly the color of mop water. One stitched eye. The seam along its belly had been repaired by hand with thick white thread continue reading …