Beachside Bunnies -

“He’s hurt,” she said. “Please.”

She knelt down. “You have a home,” she said. “Out there. With your people.”

“Go on,” she said.

Her father was in the kitchen, staring at a cold cup of coffee. He looked up when she came in. Saw the bundle. Saw the small, muddy face peeking out.

They sit on the dunes like tiny gray statues, ears cocked toward the wind. Locals call them the beachside bunnies , but that’s like calling the tide a little wet . These rabbits own the shore. beachside bunnies

Every day she drew them. Every day she left a drawing behind.

Her mother stared for a long moment. Then she sat down on the edge of the tub, reached out, and very gently touched the top of Captain’s head. Captain leaned into her hand. “He’s hurt,” she said

Her mother came out of her room that evening.