“Dinner”

Dinner is braised rabbit with fennel and mustard. The rabbit meat, Dad says, reminds him of Iowa in the winter. He removes his glasses and asks me to help him tell a story about a rabbit in Iowa snow. Is the rabbit pretty? I ask. Is his hair hapless? Stiff? Is there snow caught in his tiny eye? Do we cut off his feet to carry in our pockets? Like he is all ours? The rabbit looks like death, Dad says. The rabbit is just a metaphor, I say. No, Dad says, you’re wrong. The rabbit is just a rabbit.

 

*Reprinted with permission from Burningword Literary Journal.

Dylan Fisher

About Dylan Fisher

Originally from the SF Bay Area, Dylan Fisher is a graduate of Grinnell College. He resides, for the time being, in Duluth, MN. He is also the co-founder of First Class Lit a small online literary journal of handwritten micro-fiction that can fit on the back of a postcard.