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    • Fiction Friday 100-Word Challenge: A Bird, Maybe?

    Here’s the prompt but what do we have? Is it a bird or a rabbit or a little of both? Is it mutated or magical or just a trick of the light? I wonder if it talks. Today is Friday the 13th. Maybe this little creature is auspicious in some way.

    Last week, you brought us some wonderful and poignant tales. Let’s see what you can do this week. You get 100 words, no more and no less. Post your story in the comments here or at your own web place with a link back. As is becoming traditional, we’ll link up one or two of the first, to prime the fictional pump.

    We want to read your story!

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    Jimmie Bise Jr
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    3 thoughts on “Fiction Friday 100-Word Challenge: A Bird, Maybe?”

    1. Hawkhare, such a detestable name.
      I never wanted this, never ventured outside my lair.
      Not a vegetarian, not a raptor, but here I am.
      Mice are okay, but baby rabbits are better.
      No one knows better than I.
      Yet here I sit, undetected, unassuming, unherbavoire.
      I must eat, God knows, but I detest myself, my being, my aberration.

      Biding my time, I wait, I stalk, I endure the judgement to come.

      I must eat.

      I hesitate.

      But eat I must lest I die.

      Come baby rabbit, come.

      Ahh, Welsh rarebit.
      Delicious and fine.

      Judge me if you will, I dine.

    2. Jonas Bunny had the look of a children’s book character, as though he spent his days making narrow escapes from surly old farmers and frolicking with his siblings in fields full of dandelions. But everyone in Cottontail Cove knew better. Jonas was no rabbit to be trifled with. He was no pet, he was a stone-cold assassin. Jonas “The Bird Butcher” was the guardian of the cove, vanquishing feathered attackers, preemptively striking them, before they could strike. He never bragged. In fact, he rarely spoke. But he made each victory known by donning the head of his victims.

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