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We Are the Rabbits for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

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This week, I offer you the next ten sentences of “A Splash of Red”, a surreal fantasy story, the child of my own life and my dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license…

More on the story after the snippet.

Context, such as it is…A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while a hawk wheels above…but just who are these two to one another?

We Are the Rabbits

I’m the proof of her ending; she’s the proof of my beginning. We’re both wounded and blooded, splashes of red hemorrhaging, covering our souls – bright as sumac leaves, bright as her red summer dress.

I’ve given her only my broken places, like the glass lamp shattered when we ran in the house, like the ice we’d stomped in the driveway puddles while waiting for the school bus. I’m proof that she didn’t come unbroken from our home of hawks.

I’m myself; and yet still her – she lives within me, is part of me, this small girl in the red dress. Together, we feel the weight of the hawk’s descent – stare at one another, into one another. A second hawk joins the first, its circle interwoven with its mate – like parents joining together, preparing for the stooping attack. Their heavy bodies are a threat made manifest – sharp talons, beaks opening shriek with derision, hawk-minds filled with the need to make me – make us! – into the cowering and frightened prey in their hunt.

They are the hawks, we are the rabbits, and we know the danger as well as we know breath. We can feel them, bent over us, too many times, picking clean the carcass of our souls, our selves…

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets (chronologically from beginning):

How did the woman and the girl meet?

Is any of this real?

Where does the child end and the woman begin?

What’s the significance of the broken lamp and the broken ice?

Why are they the rabbits?

Come on back next week to find out more!

Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review, which is edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.

That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer!

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The little girl in the red dress, circa 1972ish, I think.

Author:

I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

9 thoughts on “We Are the Rabbits for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

  1. Evocative piece, Shan. Last week, I had no idea where it was going, but the imagery was beautiful. This week–it takes the reader back to childhood, and to the inner child in all of us. nicely done!

    Sweet photo. 🙂

    1. You’re onto something there, Theresa!

      And I resemble that little girl in the picture – a lot more than a little! 😉

      That said, I’m mentally toying with a new opening that will be, just maybe, a bit less vague, because I seem to have lost just about everyone at the start!

  2. Beautiful and poetic. I’ve always wanted to attempt something more surreal, even if only a short work. You may have inspired me to get back into the game! Thanks so much for sharing!

  3. Interesting passage. I admit I don’t know what’s going on, but the hints of connections between her and the girl in red are spiced with pungent hints of menace. Those hawks….

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