The Last Day of Summer

Flash Fiction

Next to the next door house, the holly bloomed forth the red berries on green-leaved stalks. Slowly the rabbit hopped the lawn grass out of view behind the shed.

The rain clouds were closing in.

Up at the window in the kitchen, a tear moved on the little girl’s eye. She pictured the next spring when she would see the bunnies eating and playing in the fresh alfalfa again.