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.”

Every person has only one childhood, and instead of being full of hopes or dreams, his had been crushed by the fight for survival.

How strange a person’s fate was.

This is the day I’ve been waiting for in that dark hole all my life. Now that I have become you, I shall take your place and live a new life.”

And there was a much larger company that had the transitioning liquor market in their sights, a company that had strong political connections and was skilled in said business-related entertaining.

“I told you to find the baby a father. You were the one who left it to grow without one. This is what you end up with!”