Cursed Bunny

While they did so, no one noticed that the white bunnies with black-tipped ears and tails, invisible under the daylight sun, were also moving into the office.

none of them noticed the white-with-black-tipped-ears-and-tail bunnies that hopped aboard with the crates of alcohol.

next day, the little white object had become three, and then six the day after that.

Which is exactly why my grandfather, my father, and I could make a living out of cursed fetishes.

And that was why Grandfather made the cursed bunny.

Despite having told this story scores of times, Grandfather’s voice always trembles when he gets to this part,

Mark my words, today will seem like a distant memory soon enough …”

But she did have a glimmer of hope before picking up every call.

He thought of how he’d smashed his steel chains against the walls of the cave just to see a single spark. Had some giant trapped inside the cave of the night sky struck their chains against some unimaginably large wall to create the stars? Had they done it as a cry for help? Or to endure, somehow, the emptiness and darkness?

Grandfather used to say, “When we make our cursed fetishes, it’s important that they’re pretty.”