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Flash Fictions
Crickets
Below fields of summer corn and winter wheat, in the northern plains of South Dakota, just a few miles north of a red and white and blue silo painted more for high school love than patriotism, there are insects. There might be insects living elsewhere on this spiraling globe. There might be insects building nests and hives and cocoons in the Amish barns of western Ohio, and queens squeezing millions of white rice children into the wood of Texas row housing. There might even be small critters chewing away on the coarse and tastee hair of our eyebrows. But you, we and I, all of us frankly, should always remember, there are insects under this quarter section plot of farm land in the northern plains of South Dakota. They aren't very hungry. They will move some dirt around and soon after they'll get laid and have kids. These insects, living a few feet beneath the surface of the dark brown loam a few states away, are nothing special. I just thought you should know where they live, just in case you get lonely and need some company. You know, just in case.
Raising rabbits is not easy. No, no it's really not. If you get scared, e-mail me and I'll calm you down. Things being what things being.
