Red Rabbit

by Alex Grecian

In this round world of many circles within circles, do we make a weary journey from the high grade to the low, to find at last that they lie close together, that the two extremes touch, and that our journey’s end is but our starting-place? —Charles Dickens, Dombey and Son (1848)

“I wished I knew for sure if I was going crazy,” he said. “That might be a comfort.”

That’s a fairy tale, like mermaids or goblins.” “I seen a goblin once, Albert,” Caleb said. “They’s all over Kentucky.

They released their grip at the same time and the two strands of hair floated away, intertwining as they rose into the air. “East,” Sadie said. “They’re drifting east.” “And north,” Rabbit said. “True. I guess northeast is as good a direction as any.” “But that wasn’t magic,” Rabbit said. “That was the wind.” “What do you think magic is?”