Before I start, I would like to say that this will most likely become a series of one shots. Some from my life, others made up. I will not, however tell you which are true, and which are fake. I know some will be more obvious than others, but I think this should be fun. Also, I will do a mixture of first person and third person, so watch out for that.
She walked out of the house, out, into the garden. She had a doctor's appointment, and she was scared. Scared of the results of the x-ray. Scared, that she would be carted off to hospital. Scared she would never see her father again. Scared she would never see her brother again. Scared that the last time she would see her mother, would be in the consulting room. She heard her mother gasp, and turned, to see her pointing at the rabbit's hutch. It had collapsed. The rabbit was gone. The last rabbit. The remaining rabbit. The one rabbit that had survived.
She was at her grandparents' house, in Germany. It was Christmas Day The phone started ringing. Her mum picked up. She had a conversation. It involved a lot of "Oh dear"s and "I see"s, but finally she was finished. Turning to her daughter, she said "We have bad news." In that moment, she knew what had happened- but no, it couldn't be possible. Her rabbit's could not be- "Midnight has been eaten by a fox, and Milkyway has disappeared." That was how her first two rabbits had left this world. They had been eaten as a Christmas meal. The remains of Midnight left behind.
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Life and Death
Short StoryWhen one person is born, another dies. It goes for humans, but also animals. A birth is fatal. A death is reviving. It is an ever-lasting circle, of life and death. This will be a series of one shots, and each one will be titled to catch your attent...
