Lucky

    Under the guard rail the three-legged rabbit hopped, turning aside to keep a straight path, his nose twitching uncontrollably. His furry legs and bushy tail camouflaged him in the patches of grass and gravel along the interstate. The cars covered him in a fine dust, and the semis scared the shit out of him. His mouth was slightly agape, and his large child like eyes, under brows like fluff balls, stared straight ahead. He hopped onto the interstate, quickly becoming a red smear on the asphalt. A Ford F150 had gotten a hold of our furry hero, squishing him without care. For this rabbit had been unlucky.