Rabbit Stew

Mike never helped Emily. He’d watch television, patting his precious pet rabbit while she worked to keep their home clean. “In a minute,” he’d say. But a minute never came. After dinner Mike saw that the rabbit wasn’t in its hutch.

“Your rabbit?” answered Amanda. “That was dinner. Now will you take out the trash?”

Copyright © 2007 Heather Kuehl. All rights reserved.

Heather Kuehl is a writer of fantasy, horror, and the occasional science fiction. More about her work can be found at heatherkuehl.blogspot.com.