This seventy-five word story was posted September 24, 2018 by Richard at Paragraph Planet.
The rabbit freezes. I raise my rifle and sight. Our eyes lock. It stares back, seeming to dare me to blow it away. You asked for it. I start to squeeze the trigger. Next to me my son says, "Go for it Dad, kill the bastard." Just then I catch a lively twinkle of light in the rabbit's eye and it softly blinks. I lower the gun to my side and whisper, "Let's go inside."
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