things didnt creep him out often
but that rabbit loping down the hill did zigzagging through the tall browned
grass and weeds seemingly
towards him as he walked below it on a graveled
road a road somehow given a name
not a quartermile long a
hiccup a dash on local maps
hearing a queer sound first he stoppedturning left to see if he could see
what he heard
and startled by its appearance he backpedaledscattering stones with his heels and crossed to the far side of the road large quarried stones laid there forming an irregular broken curb beyond them the hillside fell away steeper to a motley chainlinked fence
that was probably erected by the community only after several people tumbled and flipped
off the chalk cliff below
the rabbit continued its deliberate descent
sticks stuck out of its fur asif
a rude bush grew from inside it out on the ends of the crooked tines
grew small darkred husked fruit they reminded
him of anglerfishs lures
this rabbit perhaps wasnt a herbivore
perhaps
it wasnt loping downhill just to get to the graded road for the least strenuous descent
it still had a good third of the hillside
to negotiate before making the gravel where he stoodnot that he stood there any
longer
he walked down the road warily listening glancing back as the rabbit ceased its switchbacks to descend
now on a long angle to an emergent point where the hill was cut away and the foundation
of a retaining wall began in steps constructed taller and taller
it was there that the gravel road
ceased and a groomed concrete easement began which provided access to business
buildings loading docks and parking on either side of the road which ended
abruptly emptying onto an artery that provided access west to the highway
that bisected the town and east to the railroad
he could hear the blarethe
commotion of traffic cars and trucks resonate off its slick surface he could almost
hear the rapid tick tick tick of the rabbits toenails on the pavement behind
him the shake of its sticks the occasional drop and dizzyroll of husked fruit
but he was nearly across the throughroad at the sidewalk on its other side when to his left he heard a car gun its engine and accelerate from inside it young men were hollering he looked they had seen the
rabbit on the street behind him
he turned in time to watch as the
rabbit tried to retreatas the car veered
it struck the rabbitwent over top of it but in following the rabbits
tack and retreat the driver didnt brake in time and rammed into the rear of a parked commercial
van
the old sedan collapsed its body-on-frame
and it accepted the bulk of the damage like a large plastic carbonfibre aluminum
airbag
as the kid backed the sedan off
the ruin of the van he could see over its broken nose that the rabbit had
dragged itself onto the apron of the ascending road it followed him down bleeding out
a suddengeyser
steamed out from under the sedans hood its radiator rupturing and over its howl
he heard cries from inside the car GO GO GET OUT OF HERE
the sedan lurchedlurched and lurched in a hobbled reverse it bleeding out GO! GO!
then he saw why they screamed off the hill came a swarm of sticktined
rabbits the sedans last lurch was
simultaneous to the mangled rabbits last gasp and spasmand as the kids emptied
outthree doors flung widethey were taken down by rabbits rendered by rabbits their pieces dragged up the hill
what he thought was droplets from
the mist of the ruptured radiator were
not
the
maelstrom ensued
a car trying to avoid ramming into the
sedans rear kids rabbits crossed into oncoming traffic a head on collision then a daisychain of rearends in either direction
speeding distracted drivers T-bones in the near intersection because the traffic
light went green
and all of it provided
grim cover for the rabbits escaping with their morsels the smooth easement scribbled with blood like
chalk on a blackboard which lead to many many paths in the gravel whose turned
stones threw up the smoke of dust that cloaked and covered evidence hiding the
rabbits retreat
he could have stayedhe could have
been an eyewitness he didnt
the authorities could figure it
out they made up shit all the time
hed let the drivers tell them what
they saw he figured their stories to
exonerate themselves would pale what he had seen
besides
as he walked awaylighting up another joint he
figured his story would have been considered impaired
early hours, Saturday,
26 1. 19
1356, Twosday,
29 1. 19
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