It was one of those questions that kept a girl awake at
night. “What was the rabbit late for,” wondered Alice.
Countless scenarios ran through her head every night, late
after her parents had gone to bed, and she just had the streetlights for
company. The streetlights didn’t know –
they were electric, and everyone knows that electric is stupid. Wallpaper whispered about happened in the
room. Cars discussed roads. Trees muttered about birds. But the rabbit….. the rabbit had been
talkative. Perhaps it “rabbited on” thought Alice, and groaned at her own joke.
She’d watched it leave. But a flash of sun - and where did it go?
