Doubt The Rabbit
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So this one's more of a novella, and it's science fiction--my favorite!
“Wait! Wait, Nate, wait!” Maggie gripped the hem of his muddy duster and dug her bare heels into the carpet in an attempt to detain him. Blisters formed tender patches of skin on the soles of her feet that began to split and leak clear fluid under the friction. Still, the boy pressed forward, dragging her along like a pull toy.
Nate lowered his gas mask and turned to eye Maggie, but kept a steady hold on his rusted hacksaw.
“Didn’t you hear what he said to you?” He said, and swallowed the large glob of phlegm that caked the walls of his ripped throat. “Do you think that should go unpunished? Do you think he has the right to treat you so badly?”
Maggie let go of Nate’s coat to dig her blood crusted fingernails into another one of her open sores, insanely tearing away the itching flesh on her arm. “I…I know, Nate, but to kill him? Besides, he wasn’t completely wrong…what if I am contagious?”
The hacksaw all but snapped in two under the murderous grip Nate had on its handle. Maggie was crying just a second ago! Her face was still gritty with dried tears, yet she had the nerve to stop him from taking out the ******* that made her cry.
His forehead rippled with the contortion of his expression as he let out a weak sigh and stalked out of Maggie’s room.
“Hold on!” Maggie stopped scratching and ran after him. Nate was already halfway down the hall. Further down, she could see her father and mother sitting side by side on the swinging chair just outside the glass patio door.
Nate forced the sliding door open with a slam as it crashed into the metal stoppers at the end of its railings. Maggie shrieked as she watched him step out into the mild afternoon air and press the hacksaw to the nape of her father’s neck.
“Wait! Wait, Nate, wait!” Maggie gripped the hem of his muddy duster and dug her bare heels into the carpet in an attempt to detain him. Blisters formed tender patches of skin on the soles of her feet that began to split and leak clear fluid under the friction. Still, the boy pressed forward, dragging her along like a pull toy.
Nate lowered his gas mask and turned to eye Maggie, but kept a steady hold on his rusted hacksaw.
“Didn’t you hear what he said to you?” He said, and swallowed the large glob of phlegm that caked the walls of his ripped throat. “Do you think that should go unpunished? Do you think he has the right to treat you so badly?”
Maggie let go of Nate’s coat to dig her blood crusted fingernails into another one of her open sores, insanely tearing away the itching flesh on her arm. “I…I know, Nate, but to kill him? Besides, he wasn’t completely wrong…what if I am contagious?”
The hacksaw all but snapped in two under the murderous grip Nate had on its handle. Maggie was crying just a second ago! Her face was still gritty with dried tears, yet she had the nerve to stop him from taking out the ******* that made her cry.
His forehead rippled with the contortion of his expression as he let out a weak sigh and stalked out of Maggie’s room.
“Hold on!” Maggie stopped scratching and ran after him. Nate was already halfway down the hall. Further down, she could see her father and mother sitting side by side on the swinging chair just outside the glass patio door.
Nate forced the sliding door open with a slam as it crashed into the metal stoppers at the end of its railings. Maggie shrieked as she watched him step out into the mild afternoon air and press the hacksaw to the nape of her father’s neck.
