Ben - Chapter Fifteen

The thousand centimeter stare. The flashbacks. The absent mind tracking its way back to a box of tools. That first sexual experience. That first guilty but exciting swig from a whiskey flask. That first shudder and jump as the clutch pedal was released prematurely.

These thoughts, and many others. Some of the flavours of the smorgasbord of what was going through a rabbits mind, namely Ben’s. Anything. Anything to take ones mind off the fact that they were looking into a retractable cave that could turn them into catfood in the time it takes for a hummingbird to sneeze.

The nostrils blasted again, punching into the air and by vector, blasting Ben in the face. The inquisitive sniffles turned into a jarring grunt, followed by a mighty bellow that shook the stones upon the ground.

The neck craning this large head was raised up, hoisted mighty, and pointed skyward past the top of the trees. Followed soon were the paws, enlarged and extended from arms carved from volcanic rock. Matted and scratched, they told a story of violence for the purpose of survival.

Two more bellows and roars filled the sky, emptied the trees and reminded the more delicate creatures that life was indeed precious and should not be taken for granted. This was signified in fieldmice, dashing for cover into their tunnel networks. Woodpeckers disappearing into the sky, and beetles curling up into a ball of manure.