Wednesday, December 19, 2012

A Morning in Vermillion

The red eyes gave the rabbit a mysterious and almost mischievous look. It snuck onto the picnic blanket and into the open bag of chips, the owner of which was lost in a good book. His shoes were kicked off on the side of the blanket and his blue socked feet were perched on the trunk of the tree he lay under. His glasses gave him a slightly geeky look while also adding to his already above average features.
She found pleasure in watching this as she hugged her own book tightly. This was just what she had been searching for.