The Fury
Monday morning Mr Fletcher was still asleep but Mrs Fletcher lay wide awake staring out of the window that over looked the back garden. She looked at the clock and could see that Jim had half an hour before his alarm went off. She got up quietly and got dressed then she put his alarm forward an hour, then she crept down stairs and went into the garden. Mrs Fletcher could see bloody hand prints all over the hutches. She opened the door quietly, desperately wishing to see the rabbits sleeping quietly, but when she opened the door a morbid smell of rotting flesh and blood made her stomach crawl. She ran back inside and quietly closed the back door. She closed all the curtains facing the back garden and left the front ones closed as well.
Monday morning Mr Fletcher was still asleep but Mrs Fletcher lay wide awake staring out of the window that over looked the back garden. She looked at the clock and could see that Jim had half an hour before his alarm went off. She got up quietly and got dressed then she put his alarm forward an hour, then she crept down stairs and went into the garden. Mrs Fletcher could see bloody hand prints all over the hutches. She opened the door quietly, desperately wishing to see the rabbits sleeping quietly, but when she opened the door a morbid smell of rotting flesh and blood made her stomach crawl. She ran back inside and quietly closed the back door. She closed all the curtains facing the back garden and left the front ones closed as well.