Fat snowflakes drifted outside my window as if a tremendous pillow had been ripped open in the orange clouds that hung over the benighted city. Thunder sounded in the distance and rattled the glass of my flat’s poorly glazed windows. My hands shook as I lit a cigarette and poured myself two more fingers of scotch. Thunder-snow never failed to set me on edge, the fact that it fell after the first day of spring made it that much more unsettling. Lightning struck again and the single dangling bulb that illuminated my writing desk flickered and went black.
A moment later the light slowly returned. The door to my apartment stood open. I stared at this odd occurrence and took a long swig from my glass. I heard a soft voice singing, not seeming to come from any direction in particular.
“Sharp teeth, red teeth- Oh, run, run, run.”
Once again thunder boomed past the city and over the lake. The light went out and I was left in silence but for the rattling of the windows. Light returned once more. A large rabbit stood in the middle of the room. It turned and closed the door. It stared at me with dead black eyes. I finished the scotch and poured some more. I tried to formulate a question for it, but just what sort of question does one ask a six foot tall rabbit?
“I have a secret.”
It spoke without moving its mouth. I put out my cigarette, which had burned to a stump between my forgetful fingers.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Run, run, run- Sharp teeth, red fur, time is almost up.” It hummed for an uncomfortably long time, swaying back and forth.
“It’s time for a drink, care for one?” I slowly stood up.
“I will tell you my secret.” It began humming again.
“I will make you a Bunny Hug.”
