Down the Rabbit Hole

I had a boyfriend, Jasper, who collected rabbits. He didn’t really own them; they acted more like strays he had picked up off the street. He’d let the rabbits roam free in his house. I’d be sitting in a chair and see a ball of white fluff scurry by. I loved it. Sometimes we made … Continue reading Down the Rabbit Hole


What Waits in The Tall Grass

If she hadn’t noticed the strange smell, Rosemary would’ve stepped right on the rotting carcass. She bent down to examine the body, a dead bat. It lay prostrate on the brown doormat. Most of its stomach and skin had been liquefied by a trail of ants and flies were already circling around it. Instead of … Continue reading What Waits in The Tall Grass