On the path along the railroad tracks this morning, I saw a baby bunny. It had lost some of its roundness already, and looked like a miniature hare standing quite still. I had to shade my eyes to see. Even with sunglasses, the sun was too bright otherwise. There it stood, a silhouette in the sun, waiting for me and A to make a move. We didn’t and finally it hopped into the bush.
Author: Lilian Nattel
Lilian is the author of Web of Angels, a novel about a mom with DID (multiple personalities). She's also the author of the historical novels, The River Midnight and The Singing Fire, about secrets, friendship and motherhood in 19th century Poland and London. https://liliannattel.com View All Posts