Cursed Bunny

the more she tries to recall these memories the fainter they become

Cursing others leads to two graves.”

that he didn’t even have time to visit his only son in the hospital

his dreams, the child sat under a tree with a white rabbit with black-tipped ears and tail, pleasantly eating away at his own brain.

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,