10/12/17
A rage twisted grin
The nice thing about Hellbunny is that he eats everything. Meat, bone, stomach, intestines and everything inside them, he eats it all. So I didn’t have any cleanup at least, other than carefully scrubbing squirrel blood from my keyboard. Anyway, I salted the house like I said I would and I’ve spent the day reading exorcism litany out loud any time August was near. He ended up hiding in the attic.
When he came down he apologized for the squirrels so I read his card. Eight of Cups reversed.
“Patience, August, the universe is asking patience, deliberation, and caution from you.”
“I sodding hate the universe.” He kicked Hellbunny’s cage and the rabbit snarled at him.
“Are you going to be good from now on?”
“Yes.” He sulked, his brown eyes downcast and his green hair hanging in short tendrils over his face.
“No more dead animals?”
“No more.” His voice cracked. I knew the reason he hid his face. I knew the rage twisted grin that rested there.
“Then I’ll clean up the salt,” I said. His head snapped up, the grin softened. He didn’t speak though, he just faded away.
