It was too warm out, but Rabbit decided that the warm evening felt like a comforting hug.

Despite feeling unaccountably restless all day, she’d pressed on with work, as one does. But after closing the shop, she’d brought a mug of chamomile tea outside while she stared at the sky and tried to relax.

It was then that she saw the moon: a fingernail crescent, low in the sky, peeking out from behind gauzy pastel clouds. It sang to her, reminding her of the best — the only — cure for unaccountable restlessness. And so she set down her mug and danced.

(Mid-November 2024)

Story © Jennifer McClain Singleton / Read+Purr

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