Fantasy/Sci-Fi

This story start came from seeing one of Lily the Little Black Dog’s many chew toys. Like many of her toys, past and present, they seem to lose eyes, limbs, stuffing, and other parts. It’s also one of my few attempts of writing in the first person. The usual disclaimer: no editing was done to this article, so expect typos and such.

One-Eyed BunnyThe brown stuffed bunny with one eye looked at me and said, “You have to find my lost eye, Horace. You need to find it. Now.”

The bunny, one of Roxy’s chew toys, was on my desk to my left, near the edge. I hadn’t noticed, nor did I think I heard something. But it did seem odd, not the talking, the bunny being on my desk. Well, the talking was weird too.

“I need my eye, Horace, my other eye.”

I stared at the bunny. Then at my coffee. It was early. It was only on my first cup, so it wasn’t the caffeine. What did I eat last night? Had some Sugar Pops and Cheetos while watching reruns of Lost, but that never caused any problems before.

I looked at the bunny. It was in a sitting position, hunched back. It’s disproportionately long ears standing straight up. A talking rabbit. Why not? Weirder things have happened in my life.

“Are you talking to me?”

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