She sat with bunny ears. Quiet with movement around her. A smile on her face, a loss in her eyes. This was the time to reflect, to remember.
They’d been under the bed, in a bag in the corner she’d left until now. But today she was moving, and everything must go or be thrown away.
What to do with the ears?
She’d been eleven when she’d worn them, her birthday with the animal theme. She remembered the elephant, the cat, the panda. She’d been the bunny; a nickname that’d stuck. Oh, the party; the gifts and food and games with prizes. Most of all she enjoyed watching the others with smiles of fun. Wearing bunny ears and sitting on a chair.
Where had the years between gone?
She was moving out now, no money, no job, no way of knowing what was to greet her when the sun rose tomorrow. But she kept the smile on her face, ready to slip away when backs were turned.
Maybe this was a sign. The ears she’d bought through working so hard, the focus they’d shown her. That’s what she needed.
And now found.