She was a social climber, glamorous—a feminist in her own mind—and she loved the hunts out at the lake. She loved the eerie glow of the moonlight, the way it broke apart and came back together in the ripples of black water, and she loved the way a shotgun shell felt when palmed in her hand.
He shouldn’t have stopped at the bar. Shouldn’t have thought he could take her. Run Rabbit Run, was all he kept thinking . . . until the thinking stopped in Cheryl Anne Gardner’s latest flash fiction selection titled Skinned Rabbits now featured in issue 40 at Yellow Mama.