Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #74
” Can you swim? “
No but I wish I could.
” Can you fly?”
If I had wings I would.
“Can you dream about the edge of the world, even in you’ve never been there before?”
I looked down past the thin wire, strung across the crumbling ledge that I am always standing on to the rocks and water below.
I lifted up one foot, balanced on the other and decided I could try do both all at once.
Putting My Feet In The Dirt July Writing Prompt
When we were kids- and to be honest even as adults- if I can get within striking distance of my Sister’s Easter basket I will find her chocolate bunny and I will break off it’s ears and if I I have time I’ll bite off it’s tail and eat them because I am sort of a jerk as far as big sisters go.
I regret that.
So where is this going, because it is July and Easter is long gone?
Keep reading:
When I was about 11 I bought my first puppy. He was an Alaskan Malamute. After he died when I was in my 20’s, I adopted a Siberian Husky so I guess you could say I may have been a jerk as far as big sisters go but I did start an endearing tradition of sorts because my sister has now had two Huskies of her own.
She loves those dogs.
A few months ago Mr. Stitch aka Sir Grump A Lot joined my Sister’s family
Stitch is a rescue from Texas so I guess you could call him a Siberian Texan.
So where are these random factoids going? Are they related?
Well in fact they are.
A few days ago my sister was outside with her dog and out in the middle of her lawn a small gray still and lifeless figure.
It was a bunny.
Now don’t get all twisted up- it was her garden bunny, you know a yard decoration.
But here is where me and my sister’s bunnies and Stitch meet in a glorious mashup.
Stitch bit the Bunny’s ears off- that’s right he snapped them right off of his head:
I sort of regret being a mean big sister at times because you never know when your actions will come back to haunt you or what shape those ghosts -as it were- will take.
But if I had to fess up and express true regret for one of those actions, in this case I freely admit-
this is not one of those times.
