Elmer stared angrily at the clumps of lettuce stalks chewed to the ground. His garden was quickly diminishing and the rabbits were still feasting. Nothing he’d tried so far had worked.
Planting foxglove around the border, a chicken wire fence, rabbit repellent and coyote urine. All had been in vain. His last resort was barbed wire.
The next morning he checked his garden. The plants were untouched, but the dead, bloody rabbit cruelly entangled in the barbed wire made him gasp. After burying the rabbit, he removed all the obstacles around his garden. He’d buy his vegetables at the market.
Word Count: 100
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]