Don't Chase the Rabbit
Send me “Don’t chase the rabbit” and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse’s past.
It's hardly December but the sounds of Christmas are in full swing. It's almost impossible to go anywhere without a chorus of "just hear those sleigh bells jingling ring-ting-tingling too" or some other Christmas carol. It's distinctly possible that Thanksgiving has recently passed, because the Salvation Army, or whatever faith based initiative is local has taken to corners and the outsides of Supermarkets.
She's in some teen boy, plucked from the local high school. Old enough to drive, maybe vote, but all that matters is the little car. There are plans, but things are ahead of schedule. Is there time to run over the faux-Santa? And is that really a message? Or is it a casual impulse? Sitting in the little car, she chews an oreo. Maybe with a bigger car. Maybe a little closer to Christmas.
It's a matter of waiting.
