Priorities

PHOTO PROMPT Β© Madison Woods
PHOTO PROMPT Β© Madison Woods

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.]

~V

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38 thoughts on “Priorities

    1. Thanks. I struggle with the title sometimes. I want it to embody the theme behind the story and I thought “Priorities” did that quite well. I appreciate the feedback. πŸ™‚

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  1. I love your use of “feasting” – it makes the rabbit primal, vicious even. But then in steps the humanity, at the end, the absolute horror of bunnie carcasses when a bag of lettuce is only $1.29. Wonderfully written story!

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  2. Good story, Chris. I wouldn’t want to see a rabbit die that way either. He needs a small greenhouse. I’ve seen them advertised in seed magazines. There must have been a “lot” of rabbits in that area. Well done. —- Suzanne

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