Red Rabbit

by Alex Grecian

No, she decided, the books were useful, too. They, more than anything else, reminded her of who she really was.

I’d wait to believe in such things until you see ’em for yourself. Book writers tend to make things up.

Time, it seemed, was not a straight line.

“I believe I would like to be a dog sometimes, if I could,” he said. “Is that something a person can learn?”

The only time I stay put is when I’m dealt a good hand at the table. Right now, all we got is a choice of bad hands.

“The magic is in us and all around us, and if you ask the right question it will always provide an answer.”

“But that wasn’t magic,” Rabbit said. “That was the wind.” “What do you think magic is?”