The Rabbit Bride

Rabbit sipped his espresso, bitter, strong.  He sat at the table he had sat at for so many mornings now and, like each morning, he thought back to that day he started this ritual.  The morning he stopped for coffee on his way to work, collected his espresso at the counter and chose a table in the early morning shade.  He surveyed his surroundings.  The street leading his way to work in the one direction and his way home in the other.  Across the street was a small house with a large garden, it looked like mostly cabbages but there was probably a lot of vegetables in it.  Rabbit sipped his espresso and idly thought about having a market garden.  It amused him as his nickname would suit that of a market... Read more...