She lifts the lucky rabbit’s foot on her keychain and rubs it with her thumb before opening the car door, when a colony of rabbits hops out from the bushes, each one twitching its nose and looking at her sideways as if they don’t care about her excuses, they just want that foot back, especially since they might know who it belongs to, and so why not just unlatch it and set it in the mother’s cupped paws, and let her do her job of disappearing the family into the burrow under the shed surrounded by wind-tossed trumpets of daffodils.
Daan Lucas