I was half-hidden on the half landing, when it appeared, under the bulb: a skinned rabbit keening on the kitchen table, a brood parasite that gaped and writhed. That greedily petitioned her to open wide. Craning, I saw her press the savage slash (a pink-lipped supernormal stimulus) to her side. It latched (headfirst). I held breath, wanting to shrink (steadfast). Wanting to slip between the balusters and fall (blood burst). Wanting family to change, least of all.
