Gemotions

He loathed the idea. A rabbit, according to David, would "chew on everything" and "smell terrible." He’d laid out his objections, point by point, in a meticulously crafted email. She had ignored it.

The apartment felt too sterile, too organized. She craved something soft, something playful, something that hopped. A tiny ball of fluff, with twitching nose and long ears.

She found it, a floppy-eared beauty named Clover. She set the rabbit in her lap and smiled. He would be home soon, and then what? He didn’t know it yet, but Clover was home.