>Rabbit Drabble: Elsewhere

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Image © 2010, K. Lawson
Mary walks down to the water’s edge.
It’s cold.
The bitter kind of cold that chases most people indoors.
She doesn’t care. 
Her bare feet prickle and she likes the burn. 
The stain stretches out endlessly before her to be devoured by the dark…  By the cold…  By the host of creatures teeming below the surface. 
The last of a life she never asked for is reflected back, broken by the harsh glow hanging drunkenly overhead. 
They say baptism washes you clean… Purifies your sins and spits you back out like a newborn bastard…
She hopes for a fresh start.
© 2010 | Micael Chadwick
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5 Responses to “>Rabbit Drabble: Elsewhere”

  1. Toni November 4, 2010 at 11:37 am #

    >I absolutely love this! You are an amzing writer and I love you 🙂

  2. Pat Tillett November 4, 2010 at 1:44 pm #

    >What a way to do it. this poem is "chilling" in more ways than one.I've always pictured, and in my mind's eye "felt" the deed happening in warm water. Maybe a bathtub…

  3. Vencora November 4, 2010 at 5:02 pm #

    >this is possibly the best drabble yet from any of us.

  4. Mrs. Hyde November 4, 2010 at 11:55 pm #

    >I am a huge Stephen King fan and out of all his works I LOVE his short stories collections. Have you thought of doing something like that?

  5. Nicki November 5, 2010 at 7:52 am #

    >"The last of a life she never asked for is reflected back, broken by the harsh glow hanging drunkenly overhead."LOVED that line. The rest, too, naturally.

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