1. Maybe I stared at the dead rabbit on my lawn for a bit too long. It had fresh deep cuts shaped by sharp, savage teeth. Blood poured over to the cement floor and reached below my shell-shocked body. In my reflection in the blood, I could see it again. Unshakable, undeniable, tangible regret looking at me in the eye. Maybe if I had reached a few minutes early, I would have been able to save a life. Maybe if I hadn’t just spent an hour on the bed, crying, I’d have reached downstairs in time. Maybe. My life has been a lot about ‘maybe’s lately. Maybe if I visited my mother on her birthday for once, she might think of me as a lesser awful daughter. Maybe if I left early for work, I wouldn’t break traffic rules. Maybe if I wasn’t in the wrong place at the wrong time… It just went on and on. I cycled through my lawn, making sure I didn’t crush the rabbit. I then went past the neighbourhood, towards the city side. The sun was like a dab of blush on t...
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