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jl_merrowThis week, I was going to post a snippet from my actual Easter Bunny flashfic, snappily titled “A Little Bit Like the Tooth Fairy (Only Not Quite)” but, uh, it’s a bit violent and might not be suitable for sensitive souls. Or anyone who likes bunnies. Plus, since the demise of online magazine Reflections Edge there’s nowhere I can direct you to read the rest of it (should anyone actually want to).
So instead, here’s a snippet from another bunny-themed short story of mine, Hairy, Horny and Over Here:
Note: no bunnies are harmed in the course of this story. I can’t say the same for the human characters, however!
"Be vewwy, vewwy quiet, we're hunting—" Ethan broke off as a shotgun, held in a pair of unusually beefy hands, swung toward him and took up position about 3 inches from his left nostril. "Joke, okay?" He swallowed, and tried to ignore the chill tap-dancing down his spine. "Sense of humour failure, much?"
His heavy black brows casting his dark eyes in even darker shadow, Logan very noticeably didn't move the gun away. "Joking like that is what gets guys killed, out in the bush."
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Photographer Ethan is pretty sure there’s no such thing as a jackalope—every bunny he’s ever seen has been a cute little furry thing, not a dangerous, horned beastie. But somehow he finds himself dragged into Parkhurst Forest to look for them by big, tough hunter Logan, who drives Ethan mad with continual comments about his “daintiness.”
When the jackalopes lure Logan away, however, Ethan is left to the mercies of an escaped convict from the local prison. Rescue comes from an unexpected source—and Ethan discovers the true reason for Logan’s personal remarks!
