Friday, April 29, 2011

Bunny Rabbit Tails to Butterfly Wings...


Meghan suffered a full body shake as she followed the trail of rust colored, fingernail-sized footprints across her beautiful white oak desk. Fear and revulsion hit her like a one-two punch to the gut when her gaze landed on the fluffy white, yet slightly red-stained poof, sitting in the middle.


She swallowed back the bile that was making its bid for freedom and took several cleansing breathes.

That couldn’t be a rabbit’s tail, it just couldn’t. Maybe it was the head of a paint brush, or a cotton ball used to remove blood red nail polish—a color, not on her personal palette. Pillow feathers? The head of a Barbie doll? Yarn? Poodle fur? Snow—yeah right, only if it was the non-melting kind.

Despite the many possibilities she gave her eyes and brain for the sight before her, she knew it couldn’t be anything other than the bloody stump of a bunny tail and the too small to be real, footprints.

“Omigod, who would do something like this?” Meghan dropped into the wooden chair and rolled back into the chalkboard, fighting to beat the challenge her stomach continued to throw her way. What the hell would she do with it? Did one just sweep it into the garbage? Or call the cops?

No, no cops. Cami Ann Wilk, her college roommate, had warned her before she’d signed on to teach in Talbot Peak’s only elementary school, that the town was a little different and some of the children could be a bit rambunctious. Did that unruly behavior include leaving the bloody remains of a delicate woodland creature on her desk?

Meghan stood, keeping a fair distance from the desk and made her way over to the trash. She would grab the can, a few —hundred— paper towels as well the bottle of disinfectant she kept on the shelf above and take care of the mess. All without vomiting up her world-class, tuna salad sandwich—she hoped.

She would then gather up her lesson plans and go home where she could shower for at least the next few hours. She wasn’t normally such a pansy when it came to yucky stuff, but there was just something twisted about one of her sweet students leaving a bloody, bunny tail on her desk. It was almost as if she were teaching a bunch of animals and this was their way of honoring her.

“Ewww.” Not a picture she wanted plastered inside her head.

Back at her desk, Meghan was surprised to see the most beautifully colored butterfly flitting around the gruesome tail. Hopefully, it was mourning the loss of another of nature’s treasures and not slurping up the animal’s blood.

“Sorry, little winged wonder, but I have to remove your friend from my desk.” She removed several of the quicker-picker- upper sheets and prayed the hype was true and she would not get any of the animal blood on her hands. Still the butterfly hovered above the mess; its wings seemed to beat faster and harder than before. “Tell ya what, I promise to say some very nice words about your friend, before I toss him down the incinerator shoot.”

A closer look at the butterfly convinced her that she really needed to get home. No longer did it look like a caterpillar with wings, now, she could see the creature who left the teeny, tiny foot prints she had been trying hard to ignore. Its wings were getting smaller, legs were getting longer and his chest was getting, oh so much, wider.

“What the…,” She gasped, backing away from the scene playing out in front of her. Butterfly to man, reality blurred and Meghan was sure she would pass out in the next few seconds. When she awoke, they would send her to the loony bin, but that was okay, as long as the midnight-haired, violet-eyed, tall, tall drink of water would come to visit her.

“Meghan Keely, keeper of hope, please do not wipe away our Mother’s token. You will need it to make the change to your new life.”

Blackness edged away her sight, but it didn’t matter. Her last thoughts were clear. Oh goodie, he has a deep voice, too. When she decided to lose her mind…at least she did it right.

18 comments:

Rebecca Gillan said...

Yum! Thanks for that lovely Friday treat, Serena!

Serena Shay said...

:) Have a great weekend, Rebecca!

Savanna Kougar said...

Omy, loved that flash! If I were going crazy that would be the way to do it! For sure.

Serena Shay said...

Hehe, yep Savanna, I'd willingly take the hand of this violet-eyed, deep voiced butterfly warrior...even if he was leading down the path to the loony bin! ~wink~

Pat C. said...

Ah, now we're revving up. Who hasn't dreamed of fainting at the feet of a tall, dark hottie?

Yeah, I wonder what a classroom full of shapeshifter children would leave on teacher's desk. Probably a lot of eviscerated birds.

Serena Shay said...

Yep, fainting is just one of the things we erotic writers dream of doing at the feet of a tall, dark hottie! Muahahahaha ~wink~

Well, if the cats and dogs I've had in my life time are anything to go by, yes, eviscerated birds and messy, half eaten bunnies are just their thing. ugh ~shudders~

Then they look at you, so proud of themselves and all we want to do is hurl as we clean up the mess.

Now I'm guessing mom and dad shifter probably stand over the kill and say, "Good job, Sam or Susie." LOL

Rebecca Gillan said...

That gived the idead of "Easter Bunny" a whole new meaning. I mean, giving a chololate bunny to a wolf pup isn't a very good idea, right?

Pat C. said...

Hunting for eggs, however, hones the tracking skills.

I had a cat that raided a rabbit nest. We found the bloody but still alive baby bunny outside. Years later we had a Schnauzer that was so inept a bunny pair raised a litter of four in the back yard and she never even caught on.

Savanna Kougar said...

Given chocolate isn't good for dogs, at least, not a lot... then, yeah, that could be true about wolf shifters... or not, if their human side prevailed?

Now, I've read where some tigers love chocolate milk and will do about anything for it.

Savanna Kougar said...

Pat, oooh, so not a pretty sight. Although, I've seen my share of similar gore. Wow, maybe your Schnauzer just didn't care. Or, some animals will align with each other despite being prey and predator. There are cats that have mothered baby rabbits.

Pat C. said...

No, she was inept. She'd see a rabbit in the yard and chase it. The rabbit would run in a circle and she'd lose it. It would sit there until she finally spotted it again and the cycle would repeat until the rabbit got tired of the game and ducked out through the fence. Not a stellar endorsement for a breed created to hunt vermin.

Yeah, Guri loves him some Nestle's Quik.

Rebecca Gillan said...

What I meant was that the mommy wolves probably got their kids really bunnies for Easter.

Serena Shay said...

LOL...Yep, Rebecca she probably did! All wrapped with a pretty bow, waiting meekly in the Easter basket...poor bunny. :(

Serena Shay said...

OMGosh Pat, that would have been a laugh riot to watch though. Ya gotta love a dog who can make you laugh! ;)

Serena Shay said...

Hmmm, Tigers amd chocolate milk...I had no idea. They do have good taste though. :)

Savanna Kougar said...

Yeah, Rebecca, they probably did... maybe, they were genetically inept bunnies however, since wolves cull out the weak links.

Savanna Kougar said...

Yep, Pat, inept, or she couldn't see well?

Savanna Kougar said...

Instead of chocolate bonbons, courting tiger shifters bring chocolate milk... there's a local dairy here called Shattos, that has delicious chocolate milk. However, the best I've had is what I make with cocoa powder and honey, or there was a dairy in the 80s here that served only the real stuff, not like dairy queen. Gosh, it was absolutely delish.