Don’t Look Back

Her heels clicked noisily against the hard gray concrete. Her mind raced as her analytical brain contrasted the pros and cons. What if he’s changed? What if he hasn’t? She pulled out her phone and dialed her best friend. Two minutes later, she hung up the call, feeling more confused than ever. She loved him, even though she knew she shouldn’t. He wasn’t perfect, not even close, but her heart still ached. He had hurt her and hadn’t even seemed like he cared, but her mind couldn’t stop going back to him. Her friend had sighed, telling her that she shouldn’t go talk to him and that there were better people in the world. Finally, with her mind swirling, she looked up and realized that she had walked right up to his house. Trembling, she knocked on the door and waited. Jeremy opened the door.

“Jay-” she started. His face flooded with color as he fell into her arms.

“Rosie,” he said through tears, “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe how much I’ve taken you for granted and how much joy you bring into my life”. As he continued to ramble his apologies, she interrupted him.

“Hey, it’s fine. We all make mistakes,” she said, relief filling her soul, “let’s not discuss this now I’m hungry!” Grinning, the two walk into his house, ready to patch up the rest of the cracks. 

Snow

The hare jumped up and down as it passed by all the others. Brown, brown, brown, brown. All of them had perfect chocolate brown fur. The white hare twitched. He could feel the stares of all the others, his brethren, straight at his back, whispering their curiosity. He had just about forgotten his name as so many voices called him “The White Hare”. It was all he ever heard. The crystal white fur that he’d started growing looked so odd in comparison to everyone else. He hated being stared at. He was just like all the other hares when it came to personality, athletics, and anything else. But the brightness of his fur offset the others. Suddenly, soft white tufts began falling from the sky. 

“Snow,” he thought, “my name is Snow.” Everyone else began looking at him in jealousy, the white snow creating weird patches in their brown fur. He looked dazzling and was able to blend in so well, keeping him safe from all the possible predators. Continuing with a jaunty hop, he knew he would remember this feeling next spring, even after all the snow melted.