Rabbits (Rabbits, #1)

by Terry Miles

Chloe and I often sent each other two memes. One was the infamous photograph of the little “hang in there” kitten dangling from a rope, and the other was a picture of a single white towel hanging on a rack. Towel was our panic signal—a nod to Douglas Adams. In case of emergency, if one of us really needed to speak to the other, we sent the towel. The kitten was reserved for situations that warranted some light absurd commentary. It was a kind of visual tone poem to general fucked-uppery. “Hang in there” never actually required a response. Towel was another story. Towel always

required a response.