Shadows Past

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There are the usual suspects of my writing group—Teresa, Eileen, David, Trai, Chris. Thank you for keeping the light on for your wayward member. I’d also like to thank Jennie and Anne for their support, which went way over and beyond the call of duty.

I was awakened by thunder. Peeling my eyes open, I stared at the darkened ceiling, muzzily thinking that the autumn rains had finally arrived. Part of me winced the autumn rains had finally arrived. Part of me winced because we were due to leave town soon and rain meant traveling roads turned into rivers of mud. But another part of me was fascinated with the flash and boom of a thunderstorm—as long as I wasn’t outside during the flashing and booming—and I gave thought to going to a window to watch the show. I then gave thought to staying very still to keep my head from exploding.

Yesterday was my Nameday, the anniversary of when my parents stood before the tiny congregation that comprised the church where I grew up and announced to all who would hear that they had gifted me with the name of Rabbit. Their fourth son and seventh child, I figured that by the time they got to me my ma and da had just run out of names (my youngest sister did get the slightly better one of Sparrow). My ma had always insisted that she named me so because I was fast and could hide in plain sight; however, I didn’t think I was doing much moving or hiding as a babe in arms.

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