By Sarah Smith
A rabbit running wild through the woods
A boy running down the road
Paws slipping on grass
Thin-soled shoes pounding the tar
Both rabbit and boy united by fear.
Green grass, blue sky, the illusion of safety, but there it is
Grey pavement grey sky grey uniform, and there they are
The rust red shadow
Faces twisted in hate
Red as the blood the rabbit will bleed
Shouting the words he will never stop hearing
The fox strikes-
The car speeds round the corner-
Both faster than either can see
Both rabbit and boy swerve-
One is fast enough.
One isn’t.
Nice, haunting…prose poem? Good job.
More poem than flash fiction, no?
Engaging, tense, great writing.
Wow . . .