“This is not just any bunny, this, is Fluffy Pink Bunny.”
Her blue eyes were so pale, they were like the arctic sun shining through water, shining through my hangover to see the shame and remorse roiling in my gut.
“Read me a story Uncle Mike.”
It was only then I spotted the small avalanche of books perched precariously on the foot of the bed.
“Fu… how long have you been standing there Lola?”
“Since night time. I ‘m waiting for you to wake up.”
An excerpt from Not Just Any Bunny
I occasionally write short stories, usually late at night or at inappropriate times, when the words sink their teeth into my skin and won’t let go. The only way to free myself is to keep very still and write until the story is satisfied. But then, is story ever satisfied? From time to time I’ll post those here.
The Orphan Girl, the Boy and his Rabbit. To celebrate the 200th anniversary of the Brothers Grimm’s book of fairy tales, the Goethe-Institut New Zealand, in association with the New Zealand Listener and the International Institute of Modern Letters, Victoria University of Wellington, invited New Zealanders to write a Grimm fairytale for modern Aotearoa New Zealand. Read my contribution here.
Epic in a Teacup & Other Tales 